Hit with that all Aristotle could do was stare at her in confusion. He knew calling anybody naive and challenging the way they were going about things was a recipe for a fight and she had certainly responded to everything he had said with her wand up and ready to duel but he wasn't quite sure what exactly he had said that had prompted her to call him a fool with his head in the clouds.

He knew his sister had often accused him of having his head in the clouds... actually, that phrase was something he heard so often he wondered perhaps if the girl did indeed know his sister, or perhaps Calantha had said it just earlier and this girl had overheard that too. Or perhaps it was just the impression that he gave....

He shrugged the confusion off. The conversation was certainly not going well and had obviously devolved into petty insults if she was calling him out in such a way. If she wanted to accuse him of having his head in the clouds while she was obviously being unrealistic and impulsive it was going to be his duty to point that out.

"At least I know where my head is. Best to be aware of it then think it's on the ground only to find it elsewhere."