In an odd sort of way, Cyrus felt under dressed. He dressed incredibly casually for a professor, whether he was teaching or not. He barely cut it in terms of formal attire usually. His robes were usually very standard. Black, grey or occasionally some odd shade of mahogany that stood for the rare flicker of color among his wardrobe.

But like always, Cyrus was dressed in what he considered to be the most fashionable and functional of clothes for him--straight black slacks, white button down with the sleeves rolled up, light grey suit vest, and a tie. This was formal. And this was casual for him.

Cyrus gave Rhys a bit of a once over--for the second time--and concluded that he was probably under dressed for the occasion. He would wear these clothes to the Great Hall for dinner most every night, but this didn't feel all that appropriate.

Cyrus smiled faintly and stepped in, looking a little embarrassed at this point. "I trust you had a relatively normal day?" he asked, as if to make even more small talk.