How to pass the Hunter Safety Exam…

A student comes to the proctors office after hours. She glances down the hall, closes his door, and kneels pleadingly. “I would do anything to pass the Hunter Safety Exam.”
She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, gazes meaningfully into his eyes.
“I mean,” she whispers, “I would do anything.”
He returns her gaze. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
His voice turns to a whisper. “Would you… study?”