Maddox was revolutionary in that regard; he liked twisting around words. Besides, he would stop if she actually pulled away from him; misgivings and trying to poke holes in his reasoning certainly weren't enough to stop his wandering hands. He pulled her back just a bit, then, so that she would be sitting on the tops of his knees, and he craned his neck a bit to see her nipples poking out against the fabric of her bra. "I wouldn't know anything about that. I like to know about the well-being of my students," Maddox replied, and feeling a bit bolder than usual, his hands slid up and down her sides, before they closed in her breasts. If she was that aroused by just the slight touch earlier... well... his hands did not simply stop there, though; given the ill-fitting bra, it was an easy task to move his hands under the cloth, her breasts filling his palms.