Holiday felt more goosebumps erupt along her skin, a strange, quivering feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. Professor Archon was very male, that much she always knew...and yet...at that very moment, it was almost as though she was being hit with the realization. His steps were predatory...much like a creature of the night, stalking its prey...<i>I wouldn't mind being his prey...</i>she couldn't help thinking, only to blush lightly at the thought, and brushing it away quickly. "Really now? If you don't mind me asking... why is it you're taking it from me, then?"<br/><br/>Those dark, mystical green eyes lifted, a playful grin playing along the girl's lips. In more ways than one...Holiday was a siren, one who called upon a man's more primal instincts without even trying. Her voice was like velvet, and her body....did not need explaining. Her brow lifted, a play of emotions flashing through her eyes. "Oh? Are you saying you have been stumbling across more than one scantily-clad female student?" came her next question, without a second thought. Of course, afterwards... she immediately regretted it, but it was far too late to take the question back. With a tilt of her head, she listened to his next words, a thrill surging through her veins.<i>I can be with Professor Archon, in the Potions Chamber... without any of the other students? I am not going to pass that up!</i>Pretending to be cool, she tilted her head, more fiery red falling over her shoulder. Before she could even think about giving a reply, though... much less string a sentence together, he moved closer, his palms sliding slowly up her arms.<br/><br/>Her lips parted, a long, shuddering gasp leaving the pair while Holiday visibly shivered under his touch. Professor Archon took the straps of her tank top...carefully replacing them on her shoulders, which she didn't know had fallen. In the back of her mind, she noted how his eyes lingered briefly on her breasts...but in order not to make a fool of herself, she tucked away that particular piece of information for later. "I-I am cold..." she replied, her full, bottom lip being taken in by her teeth to be chewed on. The flesh turned red soon enough underneath the assault. In an instant, he offered his black cloak... revealing the definition of his muscles, and the circle of shimmering runes tattooed on her bicep. "U-Um... Thank you... And I'd much rather be making Potions than walking about, waiting for sleep to find me..." Holiday slipped into the warmth Archon's cloak had to offer, for a moment reaching out to touch upon the runes, and the muscles underneath.<br/><br/>"What do...these mean?" Holiday asked, curiosity heavy in her words, while her eyes lifted up to meet his.