Lawrence smiled patiently when Lori's approach slowed down, but he couldn't suppress a little huff of amusement when she had to close her eyes as she closed her eyes in order to manage to remove the rest of his shirt. Was he really such a boogeyman, or had she just bitten off more than she could feasibly call herself ready to chew? Well, by the time she opened her eyes again and he saw her breath get stuck in her throat, that was when Lawrence knew what was going on. He offered his arm a little closer so she could start on that, but instead in came two hands at different points. Again, he chuckled. He doubted she could hear it past the haze she was in with everything that she'd been subjected to today, apparently not the least of it being his physique.<br/><br/>For a moment he forgot about the time limit as he enjoyed Lori's touch upon his body, just letting her map out what she wanted while the look in her eyes changed by the second. With each moment of time ticking on by, he saw a change that went from a reserved 'what am I going to do' into the direction of her getting a serious case of the bedroom eyes. Or so he thought anyway. He wasn't exactly adept at this, but that was what his brain tried to tell him. And then he was ever so graciously reminded by the professor about the fact that he did in fact not have all the time in the world. Anyone could see that he would succeed in this with enough time, but he'd have to prove that two minutes was enough. His smile wavered as he thought about his next move, needing to take the moment to come back from his own high just as well, the wave of pride of having got this far washing over him.<br/><br/>He reached over to Lori, trying his luck at pulling her a little closer to what she was so openly admiring. And if he succeeded, his hands would soon be at the hem of her shirt. "Your turn. Come here. Let me help", he reminded her in softly spoken words, starting to lift her shirt upwards, his tail flicking to the side as he, too, realised that he was moving on to uncharted territory. If his body heat had not already coloured his skin redder than usual, it might have done so now with what he was doing, but this was that one shot that he could take. Now it was at the hands of Lori. Those two wonderfully soft hands gently pressing against his torso. He looked her in the eyes, giving her a look of his own, hoping that everything would go to plan.