Wow. She- he was... pretty. Sexy even. No, he would not kick himself out of bed. Even if he wasn't as big as top as he liked, but... not small. Actually, the fact they looked this big in the corset made him rethink a lot of girls he'd stared after. The apprentice brushed his hair back from his face, trying again to smooth it out - to looking like the women he was used to seeing.<br/><br/>In fact, he was about to try a smile when Rachel squeezed his breasts from behind. Arran couldn't contain a small eep of shock, but quickly composed himself when he realised Rachel might get in trouble. His instinctive antagonism toward authority figures kicked in, "Don't worry, Ms. She was just helping take off the strapping to help the fit." It was the only lie he could think of that involved that many squeezes. "The knots at the back."<br/><br/>As he said that, he turned to look at Rachel with what he hoped was a quizzical expression. They didn't necessarily translate well from male to female. Had she been groping him? Why would she do that? It wasn't that she wasn't attractive - just, you know... she was a girl. And he was, sadly, a girl.