[He doesn't even consider the hand at first, until she starts to slide it under his pantleg, at which point he starts to make another flirty joke, but she cuts him off with the sheer fucking chill of her palm and he sucks in a gasp ragged enough that he chokes, and he's laughing and coughing and trying to pull his leg back away from her at the same time.] Oh my God,
[He folds in half at the hips and reaches out, extracting her hand to hold it between both of his quite warm ones.] Why are you an icicle, also I wish I could contest that point, but he would, wouldn't he.
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[He folds in half at the hips and reaches out, extracting her hand to hold it between both of his quite warm ones.] Why are you an icicle, also I wish I could contest that point, but he would, wouldn't he.