Tibbleding is wearing quite a lot, either a Duchess or a Countess who spends a lot on clothes-licence. She doesn't remove her hand from inside the pants of the muscular guy massaging her chest while she answers.
"He-Who-Soars is... what's the word I'm looking for... harsh? Abrasive? Inimical to lesser lifeforms? I wouldn't be surprised if he came here more to filter on powerful, masochistic students than for the sex. Don't enter into his presence unless your spirit is truly unconquerable, like mine, or your ego needed crushing anyways."