The middle aged lecturer did not take Noah's disgusted expression lightly at all.
Being an Alpha in a position of authority, he was highly sensitive to the non verbal cues of his students, and he found the look on the young man's face to be an outright insult to his person.
He stepped even closer, his brow furrowing into a deep, judgmental frown as he looked down at the Noah in the wheelchair.
"What exactly is the problem here?" the lecturer asked, his voice dripping with irritation.
"Is there something so incredibly disgusting in this room that you find it necessary to make a face like that? Do you think I am repulsive? I am quite certain that I do not smell bad, so why is your face twisted in such a manner? Come on, tell me what is going on."
Noah could see that the man was already moving from simple curiosity into genuine anger.
He knew he had to diffuse the situation immediately before the lecturer decided to make an example out of him in front of the entire class.
