"That is a really excellent question and I just flatly do not understand where, say, Calistria fits into this picture.  One guess is that there are additional things wrapped up in the divine version of 'Chaos', besides the dath ilani words that translate into it, which would make sense of how women being vengeful at men could be especially Chaotic.  Another guess is that I don't understand your society well enough to understand how Calistria is a move in the direction of wider exploration or less centralized planning."

Carissa thinks she has an idea of that, actually, but she doesn't want to be that person who wants to talk about sexism every day like she cares what happens to other people.

There's another few questions, none all that deep; the class is still a bit theologically startled and no one's really quite sure what's heresy here. 

Keltham, who's already worrying that he stretched the endurance of his students and he can't see this because of Cheerful Cheliax Dignity, restrains himself from any overly deep answers.  Afterwards, he attempts to dismiss the class for the afternoon; later on, after he's rested some, he's going to try learning wizard spells with the last of his day.  (Well, his workday, anyways.)

"Teacher," says Ione Sala, with a faint smile that's all she can manage, and a voice that should be more seductive but isn't, "can I stay a moment after class and ask you something in private?"

(No sweat.  Calm.  If she lets herself feel too much, she'll sweat, and that will be visible.  Don't think, don't feel, nothing except what's necessary, now.)

Keltham tilts his head, weighs the matter, nods.  He has no room on his schedule left for today, but he can as easily say that to her in private, and doesn't exactly want to - discourage people from asking.

- well, that's bold. 

Carissa files out, succeeding at looking totally unthreatened by this and actually succeeding at being mostly unthreatened by this. The kid has barely talked, she's getting a late start.

- which is suggestive that there's something up here that Carissa doesn't understand -

She turns invisible on leaving the classroom, and turns around to slip back in.

"Move along," Elias tells her telepathically and also curtly.

- so this is not about flirting with Keltham.

She moves along.

Ione considers possible options, she has to, there's no choices except thinking, now.  If she leads into words that sound like - like what she's planning to say - then the security team won't, they won't jump to conclusions, right, they'll know Ione knows that there's security there - but people don't always think what you wish they would think -

Ione casts Detect Magic, and while Keltham's head is turned watching the last students go, she gives her best significant, solemn nod to the invisible security team.

Keltham doesn't particularly see it.

When the last students are gone, and of course the security team is still there, Ione approaches Keltham.  "Did you mean what you said about - how dath ilan sees Law and Chaos?" she inquires in a low voice, now trying to look serious, and not seductive at all.

"Yes...?"  Keltham is more surprised than disappointed.

"Will you keep my - important personal secret - if I tell it to you?" Ione says.  Serious, she has to look serious.

"Does that commit me to anything more than just - not repeating your secret, not giving it away by other means, unless and until the information makes its way to me by channels unrelated to the fact of your originally telling it to me?"

Ione takes a moment to parse this.  It sounds right, and if he's trying to trick her - well, it doesn't really matter, does it.

"No, that sounds correct."

"Then yes."  Keltham doesn't know what this is about, and might on other occasions hesitate more to learn others' secrets, but he is definitely currently in the sort of situation where he should say yes to secrets offered under standard secrecy conditions.

"I - have sympathies in directions that are not all the way to the side of Lawful, which is a thing that some of your other girls might accept about me, and some would think it meant they needed to steer clear of me.  On the whole it's more convenient for me if it's just not suspected.  But you're a whole lot clearer on why Chaos would exist and why it would have any use or any place in the universe than - than I even understood myself, before you - well, people here are confused, like you said."

It takes a second for Keltham to hypothesize why this would be as terribly serious of a matter as (glance at nametag again) Ione Sala is making it sound, even taking into account that Lawful versus Chaotic is an even bigger political deal here and that people here are kind of strange about politics.

"Is the idea here that you're secretly not with Asmodeus?" Keltham says, now instinctively lowering his own voice.

She wasn't even planning to - but if he wants that, hopes for it -

"Knowledge," she says, she wishes she could make her voice breathy and seductive but it's all she can do to stay in the guidelines of solemnity, "mysteries, the planes, the way that everything is connected, magic, trying new things.  Nethys."

She hasn't said outright that she belongs to Nethys, which, she doesn't know, maybe that will count for something, oh she's so dead -

"I will keep your secret, since if you had not trusted me, I couldn't have done anything with that secret anyways.  But I hope you understand that I'm not planning to betray the Chelish government, or Asmodeus, unless they betray me first.  Or are you telling me that they've done so?"

Ione quickly shakes her head, and then says "No," out loud in case dath ilani don't understand headshakes.  "I'm not telling you that.  Just -"

She can't make herself sound seductive enough, not under this much tension.  But Keltham's society has some kind of weird posturing about frankness, maybe even just values actual frankness in a balance whose possibility she can't understand; so if she tries to pretend that kind of honesty, play to that -

"I'm sorry," she says, hoping she's successfully putting sincerity into her voice.  "I - I'm not very experienced, in some ways, I wish I could say this in a way that's more pleasing to you."  She swallows, which takes almost no effort at all, and makes sure she's looking Keltham straight in the eyes.  "To someone who belongs to Nethys, who wants to understand magic, understand everything, the mysteries behind them and how everything is connected - what you told us all today - it's more than someone who follows Nethys could easily repay.  If you keep teaching me things like that - or us, I don't mind if others learn it too, like you said, it's about how much we score for ourselves, not scoring better than others - then I'll try to teach you magic, or help you on your project to change Golarion, or clean your room for you, I'd do it even if you didn't pay me," he's sort of weird about wanting to pay people, "not that it would be bad if you did pay me, of course, but the knowledge is - to someone who follows Nethys, it's priceless.  And in terms of what - you probably guessed before that I was going to talk to you about - that could be part of it too.  You could use me however you wanted, anytime you wanted, in that way too, even if you weren't going to give me a child then or ever.  I'll do anything you like, you can ask or I can try to guess, and you won't have to try to make me feel good too, unless you want to, I can just serve you, if you want.  To somebody who belongs to Nethys - knowledge like that - is worth it."

Keltham is not entirely unmoved by this.  He's starting to wonder, in the back of his mind, what all of his other confessions will be like, this is starting to resemble a certain kind of dath ilani fiction in some ways, but this one - is an interesting flavor, yeah.

He's also not taking it entirely at face value, of course, he's not a complete idiot and the resemblance to fiction may or may not be telling.

"How much trouble are you in if the Chelish government finds out about this?" Keltham says, a careful kind of probe with many possible returns.

"I mean - it's hard to - look, suppose I asked you in dath ilan whether people ever got in trouble for things they theoretically shouldn't get in trouble for, how would it work for you?"  Because she has absolutely no idea what Keltham is going to find at all plausible here.