The silence is almost deafening and just when he thinks about turning to leave, the sound of footsteps catches his attention, making him spin back around. He inhales, holding the breath as Charles comes down the stairs, broad golden eyes watching him closely.

"I am not selling anything." Kurt raises an eyebrow and tips his head to the side as he examines the man on the stairs. He looks older than a student, but doesn't seem to be dressed for the look of 'teacher' at the moment. When Charles speaks, everything makes a little more sense. "Why?"