Smack his hand, Daphne Greengrass. Smack it away and obliviate his memory. Her inner voice was shouting, and her mind was trying to determine what to do that she didn't realize her hand had thoughts of it's own. Her grasp brushed against his hand, only to snap out of it when he posed his question.
There was a slight flicker of frustration in her gaze, as her nails dug into his wrist to push his hand away from her cheek.
"Fine." She wanted to know how he found out, but part of her didn't want to know. All of her wanted to just drop the subject and move on to something else.