"Hmm," Professor Eichel's hand moves again, cupping Jade through his robes. Jade looks down, into his tea, grip tightening on the handle. "You're interested."

There's a slightly abstracted look in Professor Eichel's eyes as he meets Heine's red gaze. He's quiet for a moment, then his expression clears. "You want to know what I know, do you? I can make you a deal."

Jade's breath hitch as Eichel grinds the base of his palm against him, slow and languid. "Jade, move to the bed," the Professor says.

A little shakily, he sets the tea down and gets to his feet.