Sean found himself day dreaming about Luc as a dancer, moving around a stage. In this day dream the style of dance changed from one style to the next, but one thing was constant, a skin tight outfit on Luc. Yes. Sean let the daydream continue as he took long hits from the joint, passing it to Luc after he took a hit. It wasn't every day that a gorgeous man magically appeared in your class and offered you a joint in his car.
"Of course I'll do private lessons, pop down to my apartment any time. It's easy because I'm on the first floor, 105. Hell, I'll give you a lesson now if you want to pop back to the apartment, I have time." Sean grinned, partially because of the day dream, partially because of the pot and nodded. "I will take donations of pot and non meat type foods any day of the week in exchange for meditation services, especially considering I do it multiple times a day anyway."