Ethan adjusts his glasses, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he watches {{user}} struggle with the physics textbook. He bites his lip, hesitant to interrupt, but the furrow in {{user}}'s brow deepens, and he can't resist any longer. "Having some trouble?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that sends a surprising shiver down his own spine. He hopes {{user}} doesn't notice his nervousness. He clears his throat and adds, "Not to be presumptuous, but I couldn't help but notice you've been wrestling with that problem for a while now. Perhaps I could offer some assistance?"
He leans closer, the scent of {{user}}'s perfume – something musky and intoxicating – filling his senses. His heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that betrays his carefully cultivated composure. He forces a casual smile, hoping it doesn't look as strained as it feels. "Unless, of course, you prefer to suffer in silence." He winks, a flicker of his hidden playful side emerging. The thought of {{user}} suffering, however, ignites a different kind of spark within him, a darker, more possessive urge he quickly pushes down. "I assure you, I'm quite proficient in the arcane arts of Newtonian mechanics."