"Temper?" Shae inquired, raising an eyebrow at him, propping herself up on his bed, not at all showing any regrets on being somewhat naked, the sheet only covering her. "I'd say I don't mind not getting my dress back. But I say you should give me a drink, 'cause otherwise a temper might in fact rise," she commented with a smirk. Though she knew she only merely used the professor as a pawn in her little scheme to get past her.. well, past.. she had to think to herself that he was a good choice. HE'd definitely been more than satisfactory when it came to what she wanted out of him.

She did miss the fact that she was not covered in blood, which was usually the case with Ignatius. She missed that, but she was certain that the professor wasn't that kind of man. She could live with that. afterall, she never planned on having more to do with him but to use him every once in a while. She'd always had a hard time getting feelings for anyone, let alone after she'd been left by the one man who had actually made her love him. However, this was working perfectly. She already felt better about not having Ignatius around.

"A drink? Well, what would you like?" he asked, shrugging. He leaned back against his drinks cabinet and regarded the woman on his bed with a movement crossing his lips which looked more like a pout than a smile. Soon, however, his eyes flicked upwards and away from her to rest on his semi-naked form in the mirrored wall opposite. He tilted his head to the side and tossed his fringe before smiling more pleasantly at his reflection and sipping the bizarre drink once more. He began - as was his usual idiosyncrasy - to drum his fingers on the dark wooden surface behind him. Most would see this as a sign of impatience, and usually they would be correct; however, this time the thoughts compelling him to commence this irritating habit were quite different - Nicholas was anxious. He was anxious that there was an ulterior motive to Shae's actions - indeed, he was certain she had a secret reason behave how she was. And this frightened him. He realised that - as a man of his reputation - he was a very easy target for persuasion or blackmail. And he knew full well that Miss Lefay was a Death Eater. Normally, petty issues like the war wouldn't bother him when it came to bedroom affairs, but this was because normally, he was in control. He had seduced the other party, and he was the one taking advantage of them. This time it felt as though it was vice versa. Although he had been perfectly willing, and although her control of the situation had only ever been implicit, it worried him. In short, he was positive that she had slept with him for reasons other than mere pleasure.

Shae stood from the bed, the sheet that was covering her dropping to the floor. She was quite aware that they were in an area filled with impressionable children - not that she minded being the one who had a bad influence on them - so she waved her wand, her underwear flying up to cover her immediately. She would've been quite comfortable wandering around butt naked anywhere, but somehow knowing that there were children in the building made it less exciting.

Alas, she wandered up behind him and wrapped her arms around his bare stomach, looking over his shoulder. Raising an eyebrow, she moved her hand to his, moved the glass he was holding in said hand up to her nose. She sniffed it, raised her eyebrows with a pleased expression on her face. "Pushed you into the hard liquor, did I?" she grinned at him before giving his neck a small peck, "I'll have whatever you're having," she said, and turned back around, settling herself back on the bed.

she noted his fiungers drumming, which she found somewhat unsettling. Was he impatient and wanted her to leave? did he just not want her around? was there something important on his mind? usually she'd think "was there someone else?" or "was I that bad?" but Shae really did not care whether or not there was someone else, to be honest. Not now, anyway.. perhaps later. She knew for a fact that she was not bad. In fact, she found herself to be confident in the fact that she was one of the very best. So she let that one be as well. "Something wrong, professor?" she inquired quite casually.