[There is no gods, only white tank tops, muscled arms and shoulders. Those are the only things present. If she's eyeing him over and he caught it, he's not smart enough to understand the implications for that kind of social interaction. She's safe.

You can't just hold hwands in this economy. But you can stare at your hot classmates all you want. And tell him that he's fine, which gives a moment or two for a tip of his head.]

Yes, I'm alright.

[He's totally fine. Just not in the head.]

I promise you'll love it.

[The animals. Or the view in her case.]

There are some private animals that I can show you. We can't ride them, but there's one I know you're going to want to see.

[Of which he turns and then looks over his shoulder, gesturing for her to follow. Or, you know, see what those muscles look like from the perspective behind him.]

I won't ruin the surprise.