"Why, Professor Saporta," William replied, low-voiced, as his smile stretched slowly into a grin. "I'd no idea you were such a prude."
He took the point, though, and he did not want a repeat performance in public even more badly than he suspected the students did. Pity. Gabe was starting to have shades of growly in his voice, and William was sorely tempted to suggest inappropriate offers in order to make things up to him.
He glanced casually over his shoulder at the door, noting the dozen or more pairs of eyes peering in at them with fascination before he turned back away. "Now," he murmured to Gabe, half-laughing under his breath, "I regret destroying your workshop. At least the door."