Terry moved with an odd bit of care to his gait as he set down his backpack on a desk near a door and helped move some of the shifted desks back into position. He let out a simple, "Don't worry about it," as he smiled over to her. He peeked over at his teacher as he worked, but he mostly kept his eyes to the desks. Keeping a cool head and helping out should do what he needs done.<br/><br/>As she spoke up, though, he began to panic.<em>Personal question? Oh shi-,</em>he thought, stopping mid-breath as she continued. Where he was in fear of a confrontation, he moved into a sense of confusion as she went along with the inquiry. His head tweaked to the side with the fear question, and he blushed as she continued. "Miss Kyle? I'm not sure what you're asking..."<br/><br/>That she would call him attractive, or at least not unattractive - that was surprisingly at the very least. He really didn't know how to feel, and he stood there, stammering under his breath as he tried to figure what to say. On the other hand, his body knew how to react, generations of biology doing what it did best. Standing still, his baggy pants settled on his legs, and thinly, the hint of an outline from his groin formed in the fabric. He was too busy pondering her words for his normal sense of paranoia on his revelation.<br/>