"Only if you call me Adam. None of this Professor bullshit," he said, shrugging his shoulders and moving to sit in one of the chairs, already thinking of the best way to get Bryar back for what he'd done. "Sorry I'm even here. Bryar - he thinks I'm hysterical. But really, I just needed something to render me hormoneless. Or unconscious."
Adam was definitely not trying to land his students in the infirmary. It was just that sometimes he was teaching them dangerous things, and they didn't stay properly back the way they should. Not his fault. "And I'm not a teenage boy. But let me tell you, at the risk of spreading too much information, my body definitely does not know that I am not a teenage boy."