A young student comes to a young professor’s office. She glances down the hall, closes the door, and kneads pleadingly. “I would do anything to pass the exam.” She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, and gazes meaningfully into his eyes.
“I mean,” she says “I would do anything.”
He returns her gazes. “Anything?”
His voices turns to a whisper. “Would you…. study?”