"Sure." She smiled, teasing him: "Then it's going to be tough on Mr. Bo."
"Tsk." He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile in his eyes: "Already making me your teacher?"
"Mm-hmm." She praised: "Mr. Bo is so knowledgeable, with you personally teaching me, I'm sure I'll learn super fast."
"There's no such thing as a free lunch." He said: "I don't teach for free, there'll have to be some kind of reward."
"Rewards come in different types." He said: "The reward I want is simple, like..."
The words stopped abruptly at that point.
She looked up, meeting his ambiguous gaze; the implication was self-evident.
He was thick-skinned enough to fear she might not understand, so he leaned close to her ear: "Like enjoying wine and savoring you at the same time, isn't that more fun?"
His voice was husky, with a faint smile, his natural deep voice was especially tantalizing.
Her ears turned red, cheeks flushed, she swallowed and glared at him playfully.
"You're getting more and more improper."
