Christine's eyelashes fluttered closed above a lazy smile and he squirmed, took in a sharp breath against the smooth press of her palms, the slight hitch of fingers on his ribs before she drew back and.

Oh. Well it would just be rude, not to help a lady. He stroked her shoulder with his free hand she had lovely skin, too; that would be good, to feel that all over.

"Allow me." It was a low hum. Not quite asking anymore.