You do, over her protests

"That suite is in the 2nd year student dormitories!" Ms. Naylor splutters, clearly not expecting this demand. "I cannot allow a man to sleep under the same roof as my charges!"

"Ms. Naylor," You had expected a fight over this issue, and were as ready as you could be under the circumstances. "The Dean's suite is on the first floor of the Mellon building. Unless you expect your students to wander down the stairs in their nighties, I'm sure their honour will be preserved." Actually from what you just saw down the hall, you wouldn't be surprised to see some of the wilder students sauntering down those stairs wearing nothing at all, but there is no need to complicate the issue.

"Also, that suite is adjacent to yours," you offer her a reason to concede. "Its location will make it easier for you to keep a close eye on me." She folds her hands primly on the desk in front of her but you can see the knuckles whiten and meets your eyes with a fierceness you have to admire.

"I intend to!"

Another long silence. "There will be a staff meeting tomorrow evening in the Faculty lounge. Seven o'clock. Don't forget that we have a dress code here at the Rose; you are expected to dress appropriately while on campus. You may wear jeans on the weekends, but must be decent at all times. Understood?" You nod silently.

"Do you have a car?"

"No Ma'am, I ride a bike." The relief on her face is unmistakable. This might have been the only good answer you have given during the entire interview.

You can leave your bicycle in any of the bike racks, it will be perfectly safe on campus."

"Not a bicycle, Ma'am. A motorcycle." You almost feel bad for the woman as she processes that additional bit of unpleasant information. You can almost see the lecture forming in the Headmistress' mind about not letting any of her students near the motorcycle and the licentious behavior that came with it - to your surprise she decides not to lecture you. You try again to make some peace.

"I understand your concern Ms. Naylor." You tell her. "I'll park it in the garage Ma'am and keep it there. I don't want the students near my bike any more than you do."

"I hope you do just that. I trust that you can behave in an appropriate manner even if some of the girls cannot." She sighs, looking at you with careful eyes. "You're a relatively young man, Mr. Hawkfeather and not unattractive. This may prove a distraction to some of our students and even-" she pauses raising her eyebrows to punctuate the thought "- some of our younger teachers. I trust that you will not exacerbate that factor." You see the return of a blush on her cheeks as you nod solemnly, the colour really does improve her looks, once again you wonder if the Colonel was referring to her when he made that crack about the faculty.

Again you grin like a 10-year old getting his first 22, this elegant Headmistress would likely have a heart attack right here in her office if she knew what he said about her and her students.

"I came here to do my job, Ms. Naylor. That's all."