Drew's head hadn't been completely turned in Nessie's direction when she'd make the comment about "the magic", so he found himself almost blushing before he realized she was talking about his writing desk. Laughing awkwardly, he nodded. "Um, yeah, I guess you could say that. I finished a lot of late nights with my head on that desk instead of my pillow," Drew joked.
He blinked as his girlfriend blithely stripped down to her-- very pretty and somehow, for their not being especially covering, expensive-looking-- lingerie. Well, Drew didn't so much as physically blink, since he wasn't interested in closing his eyes for even that split second, but he did mentally blink. Nessie, for her part, looked confused that he wasn't getting his own kit off.
"Wow, uh... no, I totally intend to..." Again with the nervous laugh. "Give a guy a minute?" Drew tugged his pullover and t-shirt off, then toed off his shoes, tugged down his socks and shucked off his jeans, leaving him in what had to be his plainest pair of blue flannel boxers. At least, Drew figured, they weren't plaid.
Sliding his way onto the bed beside Nessie, he smiled. "Yeah, I definitely think I can handle that. And thank you, by the way, for those impressions. I used up every excuse in the book not to walk up to the blackboard." Drew reached an arm over to pull his girlfriend closer and leaned in for a kiss.