Feeling once more that enduring an itchy mop of hair might be worth it if women kept sinking their fingers into it at every opportunity, Daniel only shrugged a little and said, equivocally, "I suppose, as long as you don't imitate a lawnmower doing it..." He trailed off as he realized that she was actually going to carry on with the farce, and after a quick blink of surprise he set the coffee down and put a hand up in a purely instinctive brace against her knee.
He actually gave in enough to laugh, "Stop, stop, if you fall and break your neck I'll feel awful. Get down."