David looked down at her hand, and then up again. He uncrossed his legs to give her slightly more room to perch, smiled faintly. "That's what you get for calling me a liar," he replied easily. The teacup went back on the side table, though, because spilled mostly-warm beverages didn't really help anything ever. Not when he was being somewhat pinned to his chair by the unbreakable grip of the tetchy woman he seemed to be hitting on ...