Michael made a tsking sound and pecked Eli's lips before releasing him. "I'm horribly disillusioned. The teacher procrastinating his homework. What would your students say, Mr. Dixon?"

He was still chuckling as he moved the food to the table. "I brought my charts home with me tonight. After dinner, I'll do my charts, you do your grading and then we'll have dessert. Deal?"

And then, maybe, just maybe, he could convince Eli to stay the night.