[ The question does strike Stiles as odd, if only because of the attention Dimitri draws to it inadvertently. Naturally, this kindles his curiosity. Stiles scrutinizes the blond closely, trying to discern why the young man was in such a rush to change the subject. The possibility that his conversational partner is a prince remains furthest from his mind; he wouldn’t have the personal context to understand why Dimitri is trying to keep it secret in a place where it’s irrelevant. Instead, perhaps a bit too creatively, Stiles begins concocting a wild story where Dimitri has bad blood with the knights who once taught him. ]

Um… The basics, I guess? I’m in high school. [ Realizing this likely means nothing to Dimitri, he hurriedly presses on. ] High school is the final stage of general education, for kids fourteen to eighteen. After high school, we can choose to advance our education in a particular field through college. Which is probably more interesting to talk about, since it’ll give you a better sense of who I am.

[ A pause. Stiles fiddles with his own beer. ]

I wanna join the FBI – the Federal Bureau of Investigation. It’s a form of law enforcement, dealing with intelligence and security. You guys got anything similar to it in your world?