“You can’t tell me you actually enjoy what we do here together.”

“We do what needs to be done. There’s no shame in that.” She tried to hide her blush.

“Are you insane? There is plenty of shame in what we do. If the headmaster found out we would both be on the Express before our next breath! Anyway, we weren’t speaking of shame; we were talking of enjoyment. Which you cannot possibly have, here with me, doing what we do.”

“If you say so, sir,” she replied dutifully. “I’m sure you know best.”

He frowned. “Are you telling me…”