"You're so indignant, come now Clara, imagine how proud of you your father would be if he could actually see you doing your thing," Troy smiled then, blocking the pillow attack, laughter coming in unison against the action, then he reached to snatch at the couch pillow and force it down while looking at her.
"Or he'd stand up and teach the class for you and completely embarrass you in front of all of your students, explain to the not as quick ones in class why they should depart, and how you're only correct on the surface but missing the heart of the matter by wasting time talking about books..."
Troy winked, "Yea, maybe he shouldn't be there. Still, if I do send him, maybe one of your students would put it on YouTube for me and I could watch the exchange, it'd be a real blast I think. Don't you?"