I look past her at the grinning faces of Axl and Xavier. At least Malachi has the sense to appear contrite. “Do you think I enjoy teaching a class with a painful erection?” Ophelia gasps, her pretty pink lips parted in a perfect O. I clear my throat, aware that I have revealed far too much. “Listening to you coming for twenty solid minutes would be enough to make a eunuch hard, Ophelia.” She presses her lips together, and her shoulders bounce like she is stifling a laugh. “We couldn’t help it.” Xavier shrugs. “It’s the tiny skirt.”