Yuki nodded his head and did indeed grab a bento from the fridge, and walked to the destination quietly.  He was composing himself and centering himself on escaping, and he had finally hit a sort of zen when 'that' question passed her lips and reached his ears.  The bento box slipped from his fingers.<br/><br/>"Ah...Sensei," he said, looking away, "w-wouldn't I want to tie you up if I had...subtext?"<br/><br/>He blushed brightly as he uttered those words.  "I mean, ah...not that I would tie up a superior unless they asked me to!"<br/><br/>It took him another moment to realize that he was putting far more subtext in this situation than need be.   His lips didn't move, but now he was stuck imagining Maki in nothing but cloth binding her body tightly.  He could just imagine erect nipples poking the fabric and her mewling to be released.  It was completely at odds with reality, and that was arousing.  At the same time, that arousal was terrifying to have directly in front of the Sensei his mind was running wild about!