Robin had opted not to correct Xavier's ignorance on Sappho's gender and it was likely a wise move on her part.  He would not be amused if he pieced together the rather potent hidden meaning behind his olive branch gift, especially if he was the only one it was hidden from.  "You read all that in another book or I suppose it's the internet these days?"  He asked as they rattled off what seemed like a lot of empty facts about the poet that told him nearly nothing about what kind of man he was.  Though it was quite possible he could do his own internet search after her perused the volume himself.  Robin's ignorance acted contented Xavier easily enough, she already knew more than he would of expected for a high school student.  Having little idea it was such a favorite subject of the youth riding along with him.<br/><br/>"You gonna want a doggy bag for some of that?"  Xavier was wondering if she had ordered food for later as well but was duly impressed when she put it all down.  "Now you're sounded like Kansas."  He said with a laugh, but that burp, you'll never pass as a guy with a little thing like that.  He teased, but again his humor seemed good, he was taking a genuine liking to Robin which surprised him.<br/><br/>Please they were taking their smoke break before heading out, Xavier gathered up the refuse and tossed it into a nearby trash can as both truck doors were open and they stretched their legs.  As he thanked Robin and climbed back into the driver's seat he nearly fell out again when they made their suggestion.  "What?"  He asked but he was basically stalling for time, he had heard Robin clear enough.  "Get in, where going."  He said, sternly as if he was suddenly angry.  He was angry, but angry at himself much more than at Robin.  He remained silent for a while, thinking about Robin's offer.  He should take their ass back to that school and go home and read the fucking book then wrap it up all nice for Abigail.  That is what he should do, but it wasn't what he wanted to do.  His arousal was nearly painful as he watched the road and the miles slip by as they got ever closer to Sedgwick.  "You'd do that, you'd show me, the kind of thing you think Abigail wants from me?"  He spoke slowly and carefully, thinking about each word as he spoke it.  He had been a faithful husband for over 30 years.  He hadn't accepted, but it was soon clear he wasn't taking them to the school.  Instead he pulled down a long gravel drive, to the only place he could be sure they would be alone, what with Abigail staying at her school.  It was their farmhouse, neatly kept and well off the road.  He pulled back behind the house near the 3 car garage that was now attached to the house.<br/><br/>He put it in park and shut off the engine.  He sat there for a few moments, much quieter than he had been before lunch.  He looked over at Robin.  "I'd like your help, I really do.  But I also, I should be damned for it, but I want to get to know you better too."  He was at least being honest, he wanted to think it was just for Abigail, but it wasn't.  Something about Robin sparked a flame within him that he had feared had been snuffed out.