"I'm a teacher. I impart facts and truths onto my students. Is that any different?" he asked. He was great with a very skewed way of thinking. He could spin any comment or implication. His fingers traced along her spin for a moment, though that did not last very long, merely teasing her, as if by accident. His second hand slid up her shirt, however, not so far as to drag her shirt up much, though. He was merely searching her back for more wounds, though his hands retained that same gentle, soothing touch. One could almost liken it to a massage.