[ he sits back and swallows it down, a finger rising to swipe at the dribble rolling down the side of his mouth. ] Mm... [ he leans around the stack of books and then quickly slips out from under the table once he's confirmed the coast is clear. returning to his chair he scoots it closer to ratio, reaching to comb his fingers through his hair. ] And you love it. [ he replies in sing-song. ] Like you love me. [ he seems to incredibly pleased with himself. ] Do you want a hand grading these papers? the faster you finish the faster you can take care of ~me. [ he's still got a tent in his pants. ]