Master Wolfe's mouth twitches again (his hearing is quite good, it would seem), and then his attention slides back to the headmistress.

His smile broadens, and he inclines his head just slightly, perhaps to better listen to what she has to say.

Or to get a better look at the quivering pile of lapdog that is attempting to crawl under her arm.

He's usually not so shy with strangers, the headmistress says.

Master Wolfe merely smiles.