Isaac's body froze, under Derek's hand. Somehow, between the night's sleep, and the preparations for the morning, he had completely forgotten about his conversation with Ms. Martin. Perhaps he had wanted to put it out of his mind. The idea she had mentioned was arousing, but the concept of bringing it up to Derek was terrifying.
"I didn't know what to say to her," he blurted out, once he found his voice.
"I didn't know, so I just said she should talk to you. I'm sorry, Sir."