"I see." Ienzo says drolly, with infinite patience and resigned inscrutability at Edmund's snide insinuations, tucking hands within his pockets and peering round corners while they amble along just be certain no one else is headed in the same direction.

"I was still studying under Lord Ansem's tutelage, when I was nine." He responded. A more privledged little swot than the actual bloods, to be taught directly by a noblity who was considered one of the very well-read trustees. "Until I took the entrance interviews? So... yes. I suppose I was protected in a way. But then you'd never suffered Braig yourself, so... I'd say you're fairly lucky."

Lord Ansem Jr.'s lean-faced enforcer.

Ienzo went sour-faced at mention of his 'reputation', and glanced away in dark-eyed dismisal. "Whatver you think you're implying about me, I suggest that you consider leaving it well enough alone?" He answered finally, after a long quiet of prodding and rattling.

He was still itching with curiousity now, as to what untold society mysteries Wilkes's nots held. Was that something Edmund had just made up on the spot, to leave him wondering what things he didn't know? They weren't nearly close enough mates that he could casually call the other boy's bluff.

"...Will you tell me when we're out of the hallway?" He mutters, shifting his weight foot to foot a little with impatience.