Shocked by Ziggy's suddenly louder tone, David leaned back, adjusting himself in his seat again. "Very well." he said, standing slowly and motioning towards Ziggy's desk. "Finish the curry. Class starts soon and I have papers to grade." he turned away, walking to his desk and sitting in his swivel chair, positioning perfectly at the desk before placing his glasses back on his face.

Ziggy nodded and silently attempted to continue eating the curry, trying to focus on anything but his increasingly sexy professor. However he failed miserably. As he was eating his eyes wandered towards David and he stopped chewing out of surprise. He'd only seen him wear glasses a few times, and in the closed quarters and aloneness that they were currently sharing, the glasses made him look even sexier. The flush creeped over his cheeks again.

David continued reading the paper in his hand, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on his desk. He fixed the glasses on his face to account for his new position and read over the paper quickly, making small notes in the margins as he read. He remained completely unaware of Ziggy's gaze on him, biting at his lip in concentration and swiveling gently in his chair.

Ziggy swallowed the bite of curry and his flush finally rivaled his hair. It was like David was doing it on purpose. He was just being too sexy to be doing it by accident. Ziggy ate another bite and swallowed, though that was about the time that David started swiveling in his chair, and he half choked on the bite he swallowed, as he inhaled at the same time.

David was startled out of his grading regimen when Ziggy began making quite coughing noises. He glanced over at Ziggy without moving his head and stopped the movements of his chair. "Spice get to you?" he asked, inquiring as to why Ziggy was suddenly choking. His brows were narrowed slightly and the paper was still propped up in front of him.

Ziggy finally swallowed and shook his head. "No, no it's not that. I like spicy." He chewed on his lip and looked down to his desk. "It's nothing Mr. Jones, really." Oh, it was something alright, something like the fact that his professor was unbelievably sexy and most likely didn't realize the effect he was having on Ziggy at the moment.

David arched his brows in disbelief. "Alright." His tone held somewhat of a concerned tone, very confused and questioning. He watched Ziggy closely for a few seconds, noting that the redness of his cheek had returned, then redirected his attention back to the paper he had been grading.

Ziggy sighed and slumped in his chair. That was a close one. He really had to reign in his emotions, especially since he would be staying with this man for the foreseeable future. He couldn't just shag the man that was taking care of him and his sister. That thought made his face even redder.

David kept his attention on the grading he was doing, moving from paper to paper with ease. He did, however, shoot short glances over at Ziggy, watching him closely and trying to figure out exactly what was going in with the boy. He could tell it was something, but simply couldn't put his finger on it. "Have you finished the curry?" he asked, his eyes glued to the last paper he had to grade as he made a small correction to a grammar mistake.

Ziggy nodded. He had wanted to eat the entire container, but had decided against it mainly due to the fact that he hadn't seen David eat anything, and he didn't want his teacher to go hungry, especially since he was taking himself and his sister into his home, no questions asked. "I am, it was delicious."

David nodded slightly, pursing his lips a bit as he came across a horrid grammatical error and scratching his red pen across it in a frustrated manner. "Bring it here then." he said, removing one hand from the paper and motioning his previous instruction with his fingers.

Ziggy swallowed and nodded. He half hoped that it wasn't his paper that David was massacring. Ziggy stood, gathering the container and the lid in his hands before moving to David's desk. He sat down on the very edge of it and handed it over. He sneaked a peak at the paper and sighed out of relief when he noted that it wasn't his.

Without taking his eyes off the paper, David reached out and collected the container in his hand, placing it within reach on the edge of his desk. He then glanced over at it momentarily, taking the fork out of it and scooping up a bit of curry. Without releasing, or even caring really, David took the fork full of curry and placed it in his mouth, turning it upside down to get all the flavor off of it before slowly dragging it out between his closed lips. Nonchalantly he reached to his side, extracting a collection of papers from between his hip and the side of the chair and holding them out to Ziggy. "You did very well." he said, his eyes still glued to the essay in he held in front of him.

Ziggy watched him, his eyes glued to the fork as David brought it to his mouth. He had to stop himself from dropping his jaw when he watched David take the food off of the fork. ZIggy didn't think that he had ever been so jealous of a fork in his entire life. He flushed gently and turned away until David held the papers out to him. "You keep all of the good ones in your chair then?"

David chuckled deeply yet continued to grade the paper. "No," he said, his mouth twisting into a smile as he spoke. "I had planned on giving it to you when I was done, but this last one is giving me more trouble than I expected." He glanced over at Ziggy tossing the paper gently onto the desk but keeping the pen in his hand. "You're papers are always very well written, Ziggy. You truly understand any reading material I throw at you."