Seth raised his eyebrow at her wanting water, that wasn't exactly something that would warm her up, but then a thought hit him...maybe she was feeling warm to begin with, perhaps too warm. As he went to get her a glass that wicked grin spread on his face, oh he was going to get her tonight, what he had been working for would finally pay off, and she didn't want a relationship, everything was turning out more perfect then he imagined. He poured her some water from the filtered pitcher he kept in his refrigerator and he heard her ask her question.
"Did the tux give me away," he gave a little laugh, "yeah, but I left early that had plenty enough supervisors there, no need for me to stand around and be propositioned to dance by the girls who came alone." He put the pitcher back in his fridge as he made his way over to Fi with the glass of water, "The faculty like having me be a chaperon because since I'm the youngest they think the kids will listen to me more. But honestly, I am young, young enough to remember that we hated the teacher who made sure we 'maintained proper dancing distance.' It's Valentine's Day if they want to practically have sex on the dance floor I say go for it. It's better then them getting all sexually frustrated and end up doing the actual deed later and regretting it. Like in my class I'm all about freedom of expression of emotion. I've read countless pieces that have some very...graphic...scenes in them. But I find that healthy. From what I've noticed is that it's not good to bottle up emotions, keeping things like that inside just cause them to fester and grow until it can't be contained anymore and is released in one giant expulsion of sexual energy. So I tend to think it's better to just give in, let it out, let it out before it destroys you." He was right in front of her holding the water out to her as he looked deep in her eyes. 'Give in Fi, I know you want it, you know I want it, so come one, give in.'