Sasha followed Johann's gaze to Hamilton.  He felt a slight twinge of guilt but, of course, it wasn't going to deter him. Despite the awkwardness or discomfort, he now knew he wanted to know.  He needed to know.  Sasha countered Johann's smirk with a grin. 

"I'll make sure it gets back."  There was no guessing how long it'd take to come to a resolution.  The first step was convincing himself to even ask Professor Storm.  And, if the man refused - which he was likely to do - it wasn't like Sasha had much in the way of clout. 

In the end, discretion was going to be a given.  These were not rumors he wanted to see seep through the school and he was fairly certain Professor Storm would have his hide if word got around.  The kit wasn't standard issue and it was the type of thing that would raise more questions than he knew he could handle.  "Of course," Sasha insisted, tucking the kit into his bag.  He grinned at the referenced Dutch businessman but, without further comment, shifted his attention to the pile of translations waiting for his attention.