Alfie blinked in surprise as some distant part of his mind registered the fact that she could stay this way for an hour and fifteen minutes was totally awesome. He couldn't actually vocalize this, because the guns that were firing intelligent neurons to his brain weren't currently up and running. The only thing firing at the moment had less than honorable intentions. "Wow."
Okay, he was starting to sound really pathetic, and it was bugging him. But he just couldn't get out of this frame of mind. The only thing he could think about at the moment was staring him dead in the face in a C-cup. "Can I..." No, Alfie, no. Do not proceed. Do not pass Go. Do not collect one hundred dollars. Stop. Halt. Shut up. Stay quiet. Don't say another word. Yet, despite the mini Jiminy Cricket in his brain telling him how much of an idiot he was, Alfie still had to say it. "Can I touch them?"