Aleksandr's eyes studied her, widening as she absently traced patterns against her thigh, "You looked like you were having a nightmare," he glanced at the door and then back at Sylvia.  The rain was pouring harder, now, pattering loudly on the roof of the house, "I guess we could work on the project," he did not particularly want to work on the project.  It just reminded him of University and how much he abhorred school, but Sylvia wanted to work on the project...

Absently thinking, Aleksandr took a seat on the carpeted floor, leaning against the wall--facing Sylvia on the bed.  She looked rather lovely in his bed. A small unconscious smile brushed on his lips as he thought about her leaving her scent on his sheets. He pulled his knees close to his chest, "Have you thought of a historical figure, yet?"  His eyes were admiring her from where he sat.  Before his thoughts dug too deep into her, he adverted his attention back to the door, realizing he was smiling. 

A small wave of embarrassment flushed over him.  He hated not being in control of his emotions, and being with Sylvia was becoming impossible for him. [@Arista]