Between two of the shiniest suits of armor a boy could be seen pacing. He was in school uniform, minus the robe. Gray sweater neatly tucked into his pants which probably fit him a little too well. His hair was perfectly done, as short as it was he still styled it up and to the right, it appeared soft in texture, which it certainly would be to the touch.

His expression was one full of contemplation, a bit of confusion plagued his eyes, but once he heard someone coming down the hallway, it vanished as if never there in the first place, a charming, but somehow boyish grin replaced it all. As soon as they rounded the corner, his shoulders slumped and he went back to his pacing, expression twisting back to it's original.

He couldn't quite stop his head from thinking. He couldn't shut his brain off. Not until he figured this out.

Approaching footsteps could be heard again, and so he straightened himself up and once again became his normal self. But how long could he keep up this charade?

Paul had no reason to be in the castle. Zero. But it was a day where he just wanted to stretch his legs and go for a walk--and being outside was a liiiiiittle chilly right now (luckily no snow as of yet) so...walking around the castle would have to do. It was a shame poor Zelda had to be kept in his office. The collie seemed kind of lazy today, though, so that was good.

He had..a feather duster in hand.

And he was headed right for the suits of armour, too, if it weren't for......Mr. Kareless. Did Dieter know Paul found his surname funny? KARELESS? Maybe Paul was pronouncing it wrong--in fact, it was highly likely that he was.

He dusted the top of Dieter's head. "You're looking a bit DUSTY there, Mr. Kareless!"

His charmingly boyish grin remained on his lips as the figure came closer and closer. Upon it finally becoming distinguishable, Dieter forced his smile brighter.

More charm. He needed that on his side.

His teeth clenched as the man dusted him. Did he know he could have potentially put dust into his hair instead of retrieving it? Did he? Did he know that there was hair wax in his hair and that it had taken extra long to style it earlier? Did he?

Nevertheless, that charming smile never once faded. His hand did, however, make it's way into his head in an attempt to see if there was any bit of dust on top, but it was played off as if he were just running it through. As boys do. His smile seeped into his voice. "I can't say I was aware of that, sir. What is it that makes me look.... dusty?"

Paul squinted over at Dieter's hair and poked it. "My my, you've put so much styler in it, it's hard as a rock, Mr. Kareless!" he teased quite gently and then fell into a fit of chortles; Paul was the funniest person in the world to Paul.

"And it MIGHT be the lighting!" he said, full of bologna if they were being honest. He'd just felt like dusting off the top of the boy's head. Because...well...why NOT? It seemed perfectly sensibile to Paul. "Here you go, m'boy let me just--" and he dusted off Dieter's shoulders, next, and finally did the back of his neck. "Almost like a barber shop, eh?" How they dusted off the neck and shoulders after they were done? Paul wondered if he'd be any good at cutting hair.

...."Dieter, are your teeth okay?" Because that smile was...unbecomingly forced right now.

Speechless.

Absolutely speechless.

He was being dusted. Still. If he weren't afraid to protest, this could have all been avoided. But no. His recently acquired 'stepping-on-eggshells-around-professors' act prevented such things. So instead, he grinned stupidly until it was all over.

"The lightning..... sir?" What?

Anyway.... his hands naturally found their way to his pockets as the man finished. "They're fine, sir. What of it?" Would a closed mouth smile suit him better? Let's try that.

Paul began to dust off the shoulders of a nearby suit of armour. It clanked slightly at the touch, but Paul clicked his tongue in mock impatience, and the suit was still.

"It's quite dim everywhere in the castle!" he said, squinting over at Dieter. "Outside in my greenhouses it's bright and sunny! SO when I come in here, my eyes don't work properly, really." Honestly, who had designed the LIGHTING of this place? It was awful. Dingy. Dark.

Paul began on the back of the suit of amour, now. "Well you just look like you're in PAIN, m'boy. Did you know muggles have a whole healer for just teeth?" he asked, looking over at him. "Isn't that interesting?" Paul thought so.