Seth gave a little chuckle at her shocked expression, he shook his head, "Not a big chance at all, so care to tell me why you were trying to perform a B and E with my desk drawer?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe as he raised his eyebrows in amusement as a little smile came to his face. Had Fi been a bad girl his game at the moment would be very different. He would have shut the door and locked it behind him and approached her. Whisper how she'd been a bad girl and bad girls deserve to be punished. Also ask if she wanted him to punish her. She'd say yes of course and he'd position her on his desk...and...well...nothing more really needs to be said. But, unfortunately, Fi wasn't that kind of girl so he had to play it the innocent way.
"Your journal, huh?" He used his shoulder to push himself away from the doorframe as he uncrossed his arms and walked towards her. Seth kept his eyes locked on hers as he got extremely close to her. He stared into her eyes for a moment before turning to his desk drawer, unlocking it, and pulling out her journal. He held it out to her, "You don't have to explain anything to me Fi, I'm used to it. I don't mean to sound arrogant or anything, but your not the first girl who I saw write her name with the surname Enders attached to it." Still standing close to her he reached up and brushed a strand of hair that escaped her bun behind her ear. Looking deep into her eyes, "I'm that guy that the girl swears they are in love with in high school, then they leave, go off to college and I am nothing but a distant memory." He coupled his whispers with the hand he used to move the hair to gently trail down her neck to rest on her shoulder. He let his eyes follow the movement of his hand before meeting her eyes again. This was all a part of his lovely little game, he was drawing her in. He would make her want it so bad that she'd want to burst. Make her quiver in her mind as she imagined it. She'd end up coming to him...begging for it...just the way he liked it.