He made a winced sort of expression as he led her over to one of the workbenches that he had cleared off (though at this point, you couldn't tell) setting his armload of items down on top of it and scooting them over to make room for the ones she was carrying as well.
"Should I have?" he asked, though his tone was teasing. "I have enough of an idea that if I had to have them plotted by tomorrow, I'd manage it, but nothing solid," he said. "I like to have some room for flexibility, depending on what sort of mood the class is in," he chuckled. "Though I'll probably have them mostly drafted by next week anyway."
He glanced at her, leaning a hand against the workbench to support his weight. "How about you?" He wondered if he was about to be shown up, and she had her lessons planned for the entire semester.