"No.." Taff said softy, fingering the top of the bottle. He swallowed another mouthful and fought off a sudden wave of nausea. He was getting drunker every second, and so his inhibitions were vanishing like ice in the desert. "You.. can't tell anyone," He whispered, "Po-professor, you're not allowed. You're a professor."
He looked at her, gauging how much he could trust her. And he felt, at that moment, that he could trust her like she was family. "I love him," He said finally.