"You know, I can't decide if I like you calling me that or not," Misha said with humour in his eyes. He walked around the table, letting Bella get a better look at him, and getting an improved view of his own. Even out of uniform, Bella looked amazing, although he had developed a bit of a taste for the knees socks and skirt combo.
"Personally, I liked it when you called me Misha, but Professor does sound a bit more..."
He pondered the word, and the various meanings that came with it.