A student shows up at the end of a young professor's office hours. She hurriedly glances up and down the hall, closes his door, and kneels pleadingly in front of his chair.
"Professor, I need to pass this exam," she says, "I would do anything in order to pass the course." She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, and gazes meaningfully into his eyes. "I mean," she whispers, "I would do anything . . . . "
He returns her gaze, "Anything?"
His voice softens, "Anything?"
"Anything," she repeats again.
(Thanks or blame to Paul A.)