She looked at her arm as gooseflesh rose. Okay, there had to be a logical explanation for this. It was in a book somewhere, she'd just have to find the right book. Or maybe not, if he did it again.
"Keeper." So there. "I'd like that." She smiled at him "Thanks. I'm not that good at physical things. Except maybe dancing. I got that from my mother. Ballet, I mean, not like you'd dance with a boy." Though maybe she'd be good at that too, she'd never tried.
"Doesn't like to or can't? There's a difference. I suppose it could be but that would take loads of legwork." Too much for one person, anyway.
"That's a brilliant idea. Maybe we could do that together? Or have you already done that?" Or maybe he had a girlfriend. He was good looking enough.