[He sighs, pausing to offer the bartender a nod of thanks as he accepts his drink, the scrunching the bridge of his nose as he turns his attention back to Amelia— who he is far more interested in talking to than the woman who is currently texting him.]

It would seem word of my butting heads with our friend the dean has already reached Dr. Manx. She has some rather choice words about how that reflects on our department.

[He's prepared to handle the consequences of his actions, but he would rather be reprimanded by anyone else, quite frankly.]

A problem for another day. Given we stand on the side of academic integrity, I don't regret it for a moment.