At the thought of her professor in such a state, Eloise blushed brightly, but not before she utterly lost it laughing. She fell back onto the bed, shaking with a fit of giggles that she knew full well were ridiculous. What was she, thirteen-years-old? "Oh God, Megan!"
A few moments passed before she was able to settle herself enough to sit up straight and look at her friend. Still grinning stupidly, and wiping away a tear or two, she sighed. "Now that image is burnt into my mind, do you know that?"
Admittedly, maybe not such a bad image. But still. Class tomorrow was going to be interesting. "But yes..." she conceded, "he's fit for sure. We should definitely have more professors with his...qualifications."