[ Her laughter and quick acceptance don't actually quell the embarrassment bright on his face. Clearing his throat of its heated thickness thanks to his fluster, he lifts a finger pointedly. ]

Hey, first of all, I meant it. It was an accident. Second of all, if I wanted to get my hands on you — which I don't, by the way, but not because you aren't pretty [ help. ] — I'd just ask, okay?

[ Is that better or worse. ]