[Carlisle holds up a hand, shaking his head apologetically. It's amusing — heartwarming, in a way. He keeps his mirth subdued, but there's little hiding how pleased he is, even with the mask.]

I'm happy to teach you what I know, though you've been watching me glyphcraft for some time now, enough to recognize what I'm crafting when I leave my notes in the open. You are an unsurprisingly quick study on the subject, despite your, ah. Reservations.

[Even with his amnesia and in the dead of the night in a sleep-deprived frenzy, he'd been able to read the sigils and symbols on Carlisle's works in progress. That hadn't been so good at the time, given he didn't particularly want Qubit to know what he was working on, but the idea of having Qubit as a student — and magical colleague — is undeniably appealing.]