The tone and the expression on Victoire's face -- is that pity? -- makes Criswell scowl. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms indignantly across his chest. She can skinny dip as much or as little as she wants. He doesn't care. But then she moves on. So...he does the same.

"Not exactly. I've...changed course?" He uncrosses his arms and straightens again so he can slip a small card case out of his inner pocket and take one out for her. The business cards are on neat blue cardstock with reflective silver writing that identifies both his new teacher and his new (though not that new anymore) occupation as a luthier. His squares his shoulders and tilts his chin thoughtlessly upward as he offers his former classmate the card, evidently pleased with himself.

"What about you? Are you still..." He stops. Victoire is and always has been notoriously impulsive. There's no way she's held the same job all this time. "What are you up to?"