That smile does does things to Orym's insides that he knows he shouldn't address directly right now. It's just...really sweet. Verity is clearly happy to see him, whether or not he's surprised to see that he's leading the class. A light flush rises in Orym's face. He's been warming up, so thankfully that isn't out of place.

"You showed up early enough. But I would've made sure you could squeeze in anyway." It's true that his classes are pretty popular. That so many people seem to think he's a good instructor is reassuring. He knows he knows what he's doing, but leading classes has only become his job in the last few years.

This might be bold, but considering the nature of their aerial course, they've had to get comfortable with each other physically very quickly, so it already feels oddly familiar. Orym reaches up just to lay a friendly hand on Verity's forearm, squeezing lightly before releasing him.

"I'm glad you're here. And I hope it's what you're looking for. I do this every Miresen, Grissen, and Folsen, same time." Clearly an offer to return, if he likes the class. But he has another offer too, which probably sounds too earnest. But he doesn't want Verity to just slip out in the exodus of people after class before he can get the chance to talk to him again. "If you aren't busy tonight, would you want to grab dinner after? Not, um--nothing wild, just somewhere casual nearby. I know you said it's been a long day already."

Verity's said that he's new to the area, and Orym knows plenty of good spots for delicious yet affordable local food. Why shouldn't he share?