<div class="floatright">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/male-model.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xavier Diaz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bedroom 1<br/><strong>With:</strong>Leda<br/><br/>Since Xavier's arrival, he had seen Leda as the complete opposite of himself. He had intended to keep to his usual reserved nature, but the blonde's bubbly personality seem to have no trouble breaking down his many walls one by one. Now, here he was spooning with her as she opened up to him about her past.<br/><br/>'More money, more problems' a wise musician once said, so upon hearing that Leda came from a wealthy background, Xavier tried his best not to judge considering his humble upbringing on the other side of the spectrum as a poor Latino from a bad neighborhood. In a sense, he felt like he was sleeping with the enemy in some sort of way. A 'sell out' is what he might have been called back home. Such labels had played a big factor in the reason he left. "I'm sure, given time, you'll be able to prove to your father that you don't need his money in order to survive. Just keep at it." Once he had finished, part of him wondered if there was more to the story than she let on. Either way, it was probably better left to be explored later down the road.<br/><br/>Professor? At first, Xavier was stumped as how she could have gotten such a nickname for him, but then he remembered what his first name was, causing him to give a brief chuckle. Then his head tilted up as he heard her question. His eyes ran over the curve of her body, hesitating with his answer as to not say something stupid. "Oh, I'm very much interested, but for more than just the obvious reasons..." Xavier's hand rose to give a quick squeeze of her breast in a playful manner before returning to her stomach. "I don't want this to come out in the wrong way, but if I had to put a label on exactly what it was, I'd say it was this vibe of innocence you give off. You see the world so brightly, while I tend to see it in black and white, the nitty gritty. I kind of have this instinctual need to look out for you when the colors begin to fade. I'm sure you mature enough to where you can handle yourself and don't need any kind of protector, but just know that when you need me, I'm here, behind you." Xavier's back pressed against hers for emphasis. He had thought about maybe pressing his crotch against her ass, but he didn't want to ruin the moment of honesty they were having.