Jean-Paul was in his office, ready to hear student complaints. He was also trying to come up with a class for fall. Possibly something that would make the students hate him less. But this class was just so much fun.
Jean-Paul was hardly the nicest person around, but most people already knew that.
Jean-Paul's face looked much better, and so he'd finally deigned to hold office hours. After all, the pixie woman probably wouldn't, and someone had to be available to hear the students' whining inevitable complaints.