"What kind of question is that?" He asks flatly. The answer should be obvious. He wonders if Professor Rammsteiner is going to close himself off again; he hopes not. He'd rather not have to go through the same song and dance every time he wants something as simple as sex.

Firmly, he tugs at his teacher's robes again and then leans up, trying to kiss Professor Rammsteiner. That's one way to stop any more pointless questions from comiing. Theoretically.