Now he's at a stop, tail swaying his irritation behind him as he stares down the one deciding factor keeping him from going much further just yet. Califleur trots to a stop in front of him and stares up at him with a soft chuff, but Kuja ignores her. He could set the plant alight with the flame spell he knows if he can make the flame large enough. It would be easy to do, but he lacks his flight, and though he trusts his own legs, he isn't as fast on them as he is in the air.

Then it might get planty juices all over him or tear his clothing, and he would have to walk all the way back across the grounds to his dorm and risk that embarrassment all over again. Mind made, and not in the direction he wanted it to go, Kuja tilts his head back and sniffs, then turns on heel and steps around Isabel and her familiar to retrace his steps, much to Califleur's visible relief.

"You are aware you can stop following me at any time, yes?"