ooc: That would be too funny.

Vianna was absentmindedly cleaning Ferris's pale chest when he spoke, softly murmuring the name she'd just used for him. The girl paused then, turning her blue eyes away from his injury and to his own brown ones instead, a warm smile coming to her lips. "That's right... you're my Professor. No one else's," the young girl announced with a bit of a playful grin, leaning in a little closer to the boy then to place her lips upon his own, kissing him sweetly and lovingly for the next couple moments before pulling back, her smile widening slightly before she asked, "Do you still feel up to going out tonight, Professor?" she asked, not wanting him to feel obliged to go if he was still in pain from his injuries.