Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

He was doing alright. He was doing alright until she flashed him that smile that suggested (in every way) that she was not totally objected to doing her worst. He took this smile as confirmation, another inch on the integer bar towards his initial labeling of her as an icey cold figure of revenge.

Yeah! Moxley. Noel. The Moxinator.

She was touching him and before he knew it his thumb print was on the parchment next to his signature. It made his all sorts of uneasy. But if that's the kind of game she wanted to play, he'd play.

He looked at his still inky thumb, shut off the player with his clean hand, clamped it shut and took it and the movie case into his hand. "Thank you, Professor Moxley. It's a bit stuffy in here. Would you like fer me ter open yer office door on m'way out?"