(Yup, it's Math 55a)<br/><br/>Hearing his name spoken so softly on the other's lips sent a pleasurable shiver down the shifter's spine. Getting straight to the point of his approach, he watched, thrilled as the man colored a beautiful bright red. The bright flush, coupled with the glasses painted a nearly irresistible picture. The elf was clearly flustered by the question though he still came round the desk, perching on the edge as he<i>attempted</i>to threaten Bellamy into compliance. Attempted, because the tremulous tone and his lack of eye contact made his<i>threat</i>null and void as far as Bellamy was concerned.<br/><br/>The shifter let out a low chuckle, "I apologize, I meant no disrespect. I was just curious how you might react. Call it a character flaw if you will." Stepping into the man's personal space, he fisted his hands behind his back to keep from reaching out and touching the other man. He was so close, yet so far away. Bellamy didn't even have to breathe deeply to catch the tantalizing scent that he'd come to associate with the other man.<br/><br/>He gave an absent shrug in response to the man trying to get him gone. He wouldn't allow the other to push him away. He'd worked too hard to get this close for it all to be for nothing.<br/><br/>Which is why he'd come up with a plan. An offer. In his research into the elf, he'd stumbled upon the impressive debt the man was drowning in. This discovery had lead to the forming of a plan so perfect, it seemed almost too good to be true. "I suppose this isn't the most appropriate place, or time, but I'd be honored if you'd accept my invitation to coffee." He had things he wanted to discuss with the other man, but even he knew better than to speak about it on campus.