Yeah, like one of those stuffy British universities. Oxford or Cambridge or something.

You can buy me diamonds later. [As if this is a foregone conclusion.

But then Caleb is holding up their hands and that little curl of ichor is unusual. Iggy's face twists into an expression of startled disgust.]

Oh, ew! No! What is that?! Get it off!

[He starts trying to shake the goo off, which doesn't accomplish anything except forcing Caleb to move his hand too.]