Well, at least he agrees. It makes her feel a little better to know that even an actual Jedi finds his own Order a bit strange. Then again—he might say the same thing about the Nightsisters too, if she told him about some of their traditions.

"Oh? You would break the rules?" She's teasing him now, spurred on by his laugh. Her tone is light, eyes gleaming with humor and crinkled slightly at the corners—subtle, but it's there. "You do not strike me as the type, Cal Kestis."

To break the rules, that is. No, she's picturing him as an obedient and eager pupil—not that she was much different, if she's being honest with herself. She bent them a little, maybe, because she and Ilyana had a bad habit of egging each other on, but never bad enough to incur the wrath of Mother Talzin, like some of her sisters.