"I'm...no. No thanks." Higher Education focused on drinking his tea - it was actually very nice, and it didn't seem like he'd be vomiting it up any time soon unless 4chan kept talking - and ignoring the implications of the subject matter. He knew that he hadn't woken up with any, um, bite marks, so that wasn't the case.
He also knew that his memory wasn't completely gone, but like hell he was going to relay the fuzzily-remembered, sordid details of his Spring Break. It was embarassing enough simply thinking of the fact that Spring Break was a thing that indeed occurred.
Speaking of embarassing, his face was feeling uncomfortably hot. Higher Education carefully set his drink down and tried to school his features. Hah. No pun intended. It wasn't exactly a pun, but...