Dark Nation swung his head over to look at Tseng as he approached. Rufus dropped one hand down to pat Dark Nation's head, absently, soothing his dog, but didn't outwardly acknowledge the Turk other than that.

He wasn't doing anything wrong. He was permitted to be here. If he'd wanted, he was entirely permitted to waltz into any class and sit in on it, even participate if the urge took him.

Which meant Tseng wanted something. Rufus waited.