( Well now. Aventurine’s lips curl up into a smile, sharp but wanting. )

Then I’m dropping your class. I’ll send an email to the registrar’s office right now if that’s what it takes. After all, I think I’ve gotten what I wanted from your class—

( He’d only signed up for a lark, and if Ratio is going to make the only condition of sleeping with him simply not being in his class, well. He supposes he could let go of the reality of the fantasy of fucking his professor for fucking his ex-professor and never letting the other man forget it.

He does not attempt to pull his wrist out of Ratio’s grip, instead fishing around his pant pocket for his phone, grinning as he unlocks it and pulls up his university email. )

Though you’d be losing one of your best students—