I just wish any of these kids knew how to care for me.

"I just wish any of these kids knew how to care for me." I told him sweetly, emotions flying.
"None of them ever will. None of them are real men." He announced, falling for my trap.
"How can you say that?"
"Why do you think I teach what I do in my classes? It's not only for you girls' benefit to know your place. It's to empower these boys too." He announces matter-of-factly.

I nodded along.
"I'll seriously consider your assistant's offer... If you care for me?" I tell him, looking for signs of admittance.
"You think I don't know what this is about, $name? I couldn't care less about the rest of the school being accessible or not. I'm sure you'll find it unsatisfying though, whatever you do."
"I'll still need to find someone to take care of me." I remind him, allowing his imagination to roam, as he left his position.