He was quite willing to grade on a curve.

Or just grade her curves, all of which were A pluses, soft and lush and inviting. "If Blessed Elua were truly kind," Hya murmured, "he'd find a way that I might sup sustenance from your lips and need nothing more to keep me going. Though perhaps he realizes that would simply make me a glutton, for there's be naught to keep me from you then."