Califleur knows when she's being complimented, and she's eating it up as usual with a little squirm. As Yotsuyu turns to leave, he'll offer her a polite bow in return, then looks toward his familiar. The fluffy beast looks back at him, ears perked almost expectantly, but he shakes his head and turns to head back to his next class. He doesn't even gesture for her to follow; he already knows she will.

She always does.