Lex sharply noticed the change in Schiller's demeanor.
His heart sank to the bottom, because he realized the change was negative. Schiller was angry.
Lex immediately set down his knife and fork. He remained seated, lowered his head, and said, "Professor, I deeply apologize for taking up your private time, but I'm afraid academic matters are something we have no choice but to address now. Perhaps we can settle them here, and then go to the restaurant to finish dinner afterward."
Schiller came back to himself and glanced at Lex.
He knew exactly how much pressure that look would place on the other person. That detached, focused gaze could almost drag anyone into the Abyss of self-reflection.
"I know that throughout the completion of the entire project, there has been a lack of communication between us. Professor Freeze pointed this out to me before. A graduate advisor having no presence during the graduation process does not entirely mean the student is sufficiently outstanding and independent; it may also indicate that the advisor is arrogant or perfunctory."
"But I don't think it's too late. You're right—resolving the academic issues with Professor Freeze first is a good choice. We still have at least three months to deal with matters related to psychology and sociology. I'm confident that I can have you sign my graduation file before December."
Schiller practically wanted to applaud him.
It was a perfect response, from beginning to end.
When faced with Schiller's mercurial behavior and repeated tests earlier, Lex had consistently asserted himself. He had not trembled nervously before the contradictory topics Schiller threw at him. He had shown a little doubt and confusion, but remained completely clear-headed and capable of rational thought.
His later evaluation of the dishes had been more about perfectly expressing his own feelings.