I decided to test Mr. P.'s love for me during one of our recent meetings.
Mr. P. was droning on and on about equilateral triangles.
"It's hot in here," I said, placing a great deal of emphasis on the word hot.
"Yes, it is a bit stuffy in here," said Mr. P., staring at me blankly. "Let me crack a window."
Mr. P. got up and moved to the window and while he fumbled with the latch to open it I pulled my Tshirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.