He has to think about it

He looks down at you thoughtfully. "You really want to be my ****? An obedient little toy?" You nod vigorously. "Yes sir. Please make me yours."

"Hmm..." he thinks. Your heart beats, your fate in his hands. "I'll have to think about it, slut. Wait until after this exam, then I'll have my decision. Understood?" You meet his eyes and, while he's smirking, you can tell that he's very serious. Swallowing, you dip your head again. "Yes sir, I understand. Thank you, sir." He turns to leave and you realize that your predicament still hasn't been solved. "Um... sir?" He looks back at you. "I-I... um. I still don't have any clothes, sir..."

You can't even meet his gaze as you wait to hear what he says.