Yes, he does

"Mr. Moss." Rot waves his hand. "Would you say that Boon's inability to hit anything with his gun in Faulkner's The Bear is really about his, say, inability to score with girls."

The instant he'd started to talk, Briana spread her legs wide, letting her already-short faux-kilt style skirt to slide up her incredible legs.

To make sure Mr. Moss noticed the display, Rot let his eyes widen as he stared at Briana's legs, pretending to drag his attention back to Mr. Moss.

"Rot, that is not an ap-ap-appropriate question. Be-besides, we finished our work on The Bear two w-w-weeks ago."

"Sorry, Mr. Moss. I guess I misunderstood."

Brianna made a show of noticing that her skirt had ridden up and tugged it down, crossing one knee over the other. Without the distraction she provided, Mr. Moss regained a bit of composure and headed back to his desk.

"What we are reading this week is Othello. Can anyone identify the theme of this play?"