The second gasp almost sounded sexual, and it did something to Wric. He knew it would be suspension if he stayed on top of her. Her body was like an instrument, and it turned out he had played it well from her reactions. His mind was going to thoughts of pile driving her into the grass like they were now, and pounding her relentlessly. He didn't know why he was like this, but he was - and he had to lift both legs off her, and crawl up to stand. Offering a hand down to the water nymph. His face is riddled with confusion as if trying to decipher what just happened. She never in a million years would feel anything for me, right? Wric wonders to himself as he takes his standing spot beside her. "We've finished sir, I won." he offers to the Minotaur.<br/><br/>"No way.. a lowly side kick beat you..? You may need some pointers from this one.." The teacher berates in joking manner to the water nymph. "It was not a match up I expected you to win obviously.. This side kick is an exceptional physical specimen.." He pats the Satyr on the shoulder, and looks to the nymph. "Maybe he could train you one, on one to get stronger. Getting some muscle wouldn't hurt you."