He kissed her back, languid and with a hint of tongue, and then smiled against her mouth. Of course he could talk to Luna all day long about magic and or medieval England, if she wanted to hear it, if she wouldn't rather have his hand creeping up the inside of her thigh. "I have a few lectures already prepared," he said, and it was true, because he'd written them decades ago. "I'm a very hard marker though. You'll have to work for that A."
There was classical music playing quietly in the background, and it was making him feel a little old school. Kissing her again, he stopped moving his hand, keeping it resting on her skin.