Not horribly, but not nearly as well as Danielle wanted

“Um, I, I,” stammered the teacher. He turned and walked back to his desk so he could push around some papers to look busy. “I don't think that's really an appropriate question, Danielle.”

“Oh, come on. Have a seat and tell me.”

Richard leaned towards his chair, then froze. After a brief, yet obvious struggle, he straighted up. “Actually, I really don't think we should be discussing this.” He walked to the door and opened it.

“Well, okay,” said Danielle. “But you should relax, Mr. Stamp. I was just asking for fun.” She walked past him, making sure her shoulder brushed against his as she left the room. A sharp intake of breath from the older man made her smile. “I'll see you later, sir!”

“Goodbye!” said Richard, straining to keep his voice calm.

Danielle played with her crystal as she walked down the hall, contemplating the results of her session with the teacher. He certainly wasn't worshiping her yet, but there were signs of weakening.