Vianna turned to the boy whose face was still so very close to her own, right beside it, and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, her lips still curved into a smile. But the boy was unusually quiet, not even protesting to her words, contradicting her as he so often did, as the young girl had expected him to. At this, her brows furrowed just very slightly in mild confusion, though there was still a bit of endearment in her warm smile. "My Professor's not fighting back, something must be wrong," she decided with a hint of playfulness in her voice though it was still clear that these words were meant as a question as well, a question wondering what he was thinking at the moment that was keeping him so quiet.