"At least one of them is rightly terrified of me now in any case," Mary said. "Might have almost crushed his windpipe while I was threatening to murder him. Oops." She didn't sound sorry at all, instead smiling at she took a bite into her sandwich. "Real food," she said, after swallowing. "I love that you have real food in this place."
With her sandwich she came around the table closer to him, just wanting that nearness. The hand that didn't hold her dinner found its way to his arm, stroking the warm skin there softly.