Despite Archon's impressive self-control, it was hard to keep his eyes from wandering down to Holiday's chest, ample and perky as it was. With some effort he kept his gaze on hers, a little smile on his lips. As he opened his mouth to respond, there came a loud knocking at his door, through the classroom. "Why don't you take a look?" He offered, taking her hands in his and placing them on the book, knowing somewhere in the back of his head that she would manage to find one of the... less-conventional potions contained in the tome. Sometimes, a book was too effective. With a glance at her as he moved to the door, he realized she was still wearing his cloak, looking cute and adorable wrapped int he overly-large garment.<br/><br/>He tore his gaze from her, whispering quietly. "Remain quiet, you're not supposed to be here." He said and closed the door to the private lab, moving to the classroom doorway and opening it, wide, so nothing in the room was hidden. His eyes quickly took in the figure in the door. "Well, it would appear to be the evening to find students out of bed. Miss Desiree, you should be in bed. Why are you here?" he said curtly, combing his fingers through is hair. His green eyes studied her intently, watching, judging. "I've already heard that you've gotten yourself into trouble with Professor Weaver, do I need to take you to the Headmistress for being out of bed as well?" He threatened. He really didn't want to have to deal with this now, not with the beautiful Holiday alone in his personal lab, and all the possibilities therein.