He deliberately kept from looking directly at Charlotte. He was sure she would pee her panties or vibrate out into the hall with her trembling. He gave her a side ways glance and looked everywhere but directly at her.<br/><br/>His jaws tightened slightly at the thought of what it took to have a young women respond like that when a man was in the same room with her. He made a mental note to flag her for a medical mandala. Perhaps he could help her find something solid to cling to besides her bottom lip. Something she couldn't chew a hole in.<br/><br/>Mr. GoodFellow listened carefully as Astrid responded. There were options. Students had options. Astrid had just asked for the buffet of options.<br/><br/>"Wonderful," Mr GoodFellow responded in a mild tone.<br/><br/>"You lead me to believe that you are not in good order, you have not found your room, you have not found your mates and you are not settled in yet."<br/><br/>"Two courses of action which are always the student's choice in my opinion.  By the way that would mean you are in control of your own fate here," He told her without breaking into a sweat.<br/><br/>"I shall be happy to help you find your room, your mates and help you get settled down in good order or I shall be happy to have you sleep with me. Your choice?"<br/><br/>Boiling oil, red ants, sometimes it's not personal its just the lesser of two evils.<br/><br/>And then he waited.<br/>