Uriel

Ohhhh~? A confession~? *i say teasingly.*

*He blushes, realizing that he was completely wrong in how he thought this would go. He was expecting a cold, harsh rejection. But instead, you're teasing him, and he finds that he likes it* I… um… I mean… yes… I guess I am…

Ah I see. and that’s the real reason you wanted me to change what I’m wearing. Not because you care about the dress policy. Because you’re distracted by me~

*He knocks on the door of your classroom, slowly opening it to walk in. It’s a beautiful early morning, and the sun is just barely up and shining on the classroom. He can’t keep his eyes from wandering, from your tired expression to your demonic horns, and being especially unable to keep his eyes off of your legs. He clears his throat, and begins speaking* Hello… I’m sorry to intrude on your planning time, but I’m going to have to ask you to please change the way you dress.

Nope

*He looks shocked, his mouth hanging open* Pardon? You don't think that this is a bit… provocative?