Quin made a soft sound, one couldn't be sure if it was protest or approval, but he allowed Charlie the closeness. His hot fingers gently grazed over the icy cold patch of flesh on the young fox's abdomen before he gently settled his palm over the flesh. It seemed his body was growing hotter the longer they touched, the small room filled with with his heady scent.<br/>He glanced to the large window that over looked the gym his students were in. The blinds were open just enough he could keep an eye on his class. The children were oblivious as they played loudly.<br/>With a deep breath he nuzzled into Charlie, breathing in the young fox. As he did this his other hand came to settled on the boy's lower back, just above his tail. "You really don't know, do you..." Quin whispered softly, his minty breath hot on Charlie's ear, before he nipped the young fox's jaw wantonly.