There went Lena again. Her mouth had the innate ability to get the girls into the best – and sometimes worst – situations. When she asked the professor if he came her often, Paige choked lightly on the drink she was taking a sip of. Just a small sound, a little jerk, covered by the beat of the music, no doubt. Her eyes flashed wide for a second, but she regained composure quickly enough as Bartlett’s eyes flicked to her, then back to her brunette counterpart.<br/><br/>Paige also turned her gaze to Lena. This wouldn’t have been the first time the girls flirted with just one man. Usually they had their pick of the crowd and could easily find whatever they pleased. Besides, it was their professor?? Where’s the harm in just flirting, right?? He was almost aloof as he spoke about coming to a place they’d only just visited. But when you were a local, the shine probably wore off some of the exciting venues.<br/><br/>Martin Bartlett’s dark gaze then moved back to here as he spoke, taking a definite pause to glance down her curvy frame and back up again.<br/><br/>She’d gotten that look before. Sometimes it was dismissive, others it was appraising.<br/><br/>This time it was definitely appreciative and it put a quirked little smile on her face as she caught his gaze – letting him know she’d seen him look.<br/><br/>“No offense taken at all, Professor Bartlett…” Looking at Lena, a little confused, but with a playful grin on her face, Paige then moved her gaze back to the dark-haired man sitting at the bar in front of them. She’d never realized how mesmerizing his eyes were before. “…or should we call you Martin here? Is that… okay?” She asked with a soft giggle. "We know you're only doing your job when you grade. I'll also be the first to admit," she sipped her drink between the sentence. Perhaps to get a little more liquid courage, or simply wet her plump lips. "Athens is gorgeous but<em>distracting</em>from writing papers."<br/>