[They really were trucking along, until Steve happened to glance over and found that he was suddenly trucking alone. But Kain is only a step or two behind him, paused and giving him a look that makes Steve's brows go up questioningly.]

What's that? [Steve rejoins him, and it only takes a moment for him to realize that, much like a school of magic seems a little strange to him, maybe an art school might be for someone else.] Ah- [A sheepish smile crosses his lips.] No, no combat. Most artists don't want to do anything that might endanger their hands. I always wanted to be a soldier though. I became one not too long after that.

[Steve adds quickly. That makes it better, right? Please like him.]