Andrew smiled at her, making no pretense of exactly where his eyes wandered as they dropped down to look at her breasts. He moves deeper into the room, leaving the door open, and sets his briefcase down on her desk before moving closer to her. He extends a hand. "I'm Mr. Simon, one of the faculty. And you," he muses, eyes narrowing as he contemplates. "must be Marissa." He says, guessing correctly.<br/><br/>He had viewed all the student profiles and had seen the two names written on the door. A guess would have been 50/50 but he was good at guessing. Especially taking an educated guess. "I have a thing about students in need...I don't like to see them suffer alone. The invitation still stands." He smiles. "Of course, I always expect a little something something in return, though I think you already knew that."