Listen to Woodie Guthrie's "Ingrid Bergman" and tell me it doesn't sound like Schuyler (Zeus).
Always fond of the tasteful metaphor, Schuyler decided to try out a new method of seduction today.
It was in geology class, sitting next to the round-bottomed Shelley Gorman. He nodded towards her, getting her attention, then lowered his voice to a flowing, golden whisper.
"Hey babe. You're so pretty, you'd make my volcano explode anytime."
"Schuyler…"
"This old mountain, it's been waiting all its life for you to work it."
He reached beneath the table, touched her knuckles to his.
"Waiting, Shelley. For your hand to touch it's hard rock."
The poor girl lost it at "touch."