"Call me if it sucks and I'll try to help you un-fuck it up," he offers with an exaggerated smile. Such a generous offer from a knight in shining armor. Or something. Kyle straightens from the counter to grab his water, taking a long drink and then returning to the comfort of his leaning again. "I'll give you a week. If you haven't gotten it down by then, we'll make some next class."

As if these are official classes with an actual schedule.