Greg took the pen from her, and as he did he quickly pulled out his tortoiseshell glasses that he slid on as he began to go through his notes, crossing out and rearranging sections by drawing lines to make the mess of notes even more convoluted. He raised an eyebrow as the girl commented on his notes as a strategy to prevent cheating.<i>That was cute</i>. In the more "she's a girl that's still in undergrad" type of way. For a moment, as she shifted her legs his eyes glanced down at the tanned and toned legs. She was attractive, hot and by the looks of her legs incredibly tall. Almost his own height. A small smirk curved up on his lips as he thought of a good way to incorporate this front bencher into his little talk. "I mean, it's not a class. I'm not exactly going to grade you on your notes." He continued to make edits for an another minute. As he was about to hand her the pen back, he thought that he might need it to make notes while he was talking or to cross things out as he was speaking.<br/><br/>"What gave you the idea that I'm speaking?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he folded the paper back up and placed into the pocket of his navy windowpane suit. He placed the pen on her desk and smiled lightly, “Thanks. I’ll try not to put you to sleep, which if you do, I’ll be able to tell pretty easily, so I’ll be keeping my eye you Ms. Santos.” His eyes had glanced over to her name tag and hen for a second on her curves before he continued to speak, “And is it alright if I keep this through he lecture, just Incase. You’ll have it by the end.” Plus it was more of an excuse to talk to the attractive coed that was clearly actually interested in the speakers rather than being forced to sit in the crowd with ice tubes of extra credit.<br/><br/>Without further delay he made his way to the other guest speakers, taking his seat in the first row in the fourth seat, nearly right across from Ms. Santos. He crossed his legs as he listened to the other speakers, though for most of the time he was zoning out and not actually paying attention to them and on occasion he would shift his attention to his phone as he felt it vibrate in his chest pocket.<br/><br/>Soon, though he was called up to the podium, unfolding his notes he stood before the body of half asleep college students. “So I’m sure that all of you are bored out of your minds, really how fun can a room of lawyers be while they drone on? So rather than me just starting to talk about leverage in contracts negotiations and how vital it is during discovery in litigation and when taking on a case dealing with a public figure, I’ll be needing a volunteer.” Really no one seemed eager to volunteeer butbhei eyes landed on Ms. Santos. “I think you’ll be perfect.” He said motioning towards her, effectively asking her to join him on the stage.