To put it simply, A.S. usually has no fucking idea what's happening, and right now is no exception. He tries to get the basics: now he's trapped, in an office, with a guy who is shaking him wildly. He just has to go along with it, he supposes, nodding about the best he can in this sort of situation.

"Yes... Yes Sir...! It's nice to meet you!" Endurance testing aside, he's at least glad this guy wasn't too big on the formalities. There were five Headmasters, right? If all of them were as stiff as the Commandant, A.S. probably wouldn't be able to take much more of this place. Hey, there's always a bright side, even when your tiny brain is being rattled around like a tic tac.

There is only one answer to this kind of energy, and it's to meet it with more energy. Caught off guard as he may be, A.S. just continues grinning, trying his hardest not to come off too intimidated. He sure as hell hopes this intimidation is poorly placed. "But--I have to ask, if he sends me up here enough times, won't I get boring too? Should I ask him to send new recruits up more often? ...Hey, wait, that's a cool tie--"