He doesn't see how he's expected to grade papers or anything else, truly, if Michael's going to kiss him this way. It's been a long week, and kissing him, his boyfriend, all night seems like a mighty good plan. He pulls away some, looking at his face. "What if I just give them all A's" he jokes, kissing him again on the lips, then he sighs as he stands. "Thank you for dinner..." he says. "I'll go in the living room, but I'm making no promises about work."