Oh, he notices. Almost makes him smile, really. This girl very much reminds him of his sister. Or how she used to be when they were younger. That thought was comforting to Palom, but not enough that she was going to let up his condescension any time soon.

"Yes yes, a very pretty name of some deep personal importance." He almost laughed dryly. "I might even remember it if you go a week without being some Imp's dinner or flattened by an ogre. Also I didn't promise to teach you, but I will give you some advice."

Still, when it comes to matters of magic, Palom takes no shortcuts. He motions to a corner of the room where they can talk more quietly. "Oh by the way," he added, "don't worry about your age. I was a master black mage of Mysidia when I was six. I'm sure even a girl can learn the basics at your age." His smug smile softens just ever so slightly at that, but he's still the same arrogant douche as ever.