Charlie's ears perked noticeably at the time in Quins voice and the scent that began to fill the room. His mind was filled with one thought, touching Quin, and it seemed the older fox was about to fulfill this wish. He'd be one step closer to tasting his mouth one more time. "Yeah, I think so." He sighed as he stood. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and out of his hatred for clothes in general he shrugged out of it without thinking.  "But I'm a fox too. I'm not as warm as you."  He attributed his obvious desire yet reluctance to him being a teacher, though Charlie had no concerns. "And this smell." He stepped towards Quin and leaned on him putting his forehead on his shoulder.  "I can't get enough of this." He turned and nuzzled his face into Quins neck as much as he would allow, inhaling deeply. "Touch me. It will feel better with your hand on it." He whispered. The intent of his request was not meant to be suggestively dual, but after he said it he hid a sly grin.