((It's alright. If you're sick don't push yourself. I'll wait for you. <3))<br/><br/>As Rose laid on his desk, a small smirk formed on the man's face as he began rubbing up her skirt against her thighs, the girl's high-top socks tightly clinging against them. Dante then moved his head down closer, getting a smell of her sweet vagina and began to stroke his fingers up and down the side of her leg.<br/><br/>"I actually wouldn't mind getting caught... as long as it's with you." He blushed, feeling excited as he undid her shirt, "We could do this now if you'd like, or later... if you'd prefer." Dante grinned, "... Or both."