"In a rush, are we?" he offered, tightening his grip on College's hair instead. "You children these days... no appreciation for indulgence and taking things slow. Very well," he said, releasing his hold, "let's see if you can put your mouth to a use better suited to its design than speaking." Because Opium remembered college boys in England and just what sorts of skills they learned when no one was looking. They were always so enthusiastic and eager to please, in his day. He wondered how much had evolved since. And oh, he would hold College down as well, make sure he did the job thoroughly and didn't get up until Opium had had all he wanted of him. That was, of course, if he was any good...