His left hand suddenly reaches and takes the smaller girl's slim throat, his thumb under her jaw and lifting her head up.  The gesture wasn't rough, more sensual than anything, really.  His brown eyes bore into her own, "It's not safe in there, Strawberry, there's a reason it's sealed.<br/><br/>The tall teacher and resident dream boy runs his free hand runs along her cheek, "Just be a good girl, and don't make me worry, 'Kay?"<br/><br/>A blink as he realizes what he's doing, his grip and touch vanishing as he straightens, "Go back to class, Ichigo, I'll drive you home tonight, no excuses."