When the waitress left, George let out a breath. "You are evil," he said, running his hand through his hair. "Please don't sto--" He pulled in a hiss of hair as her foot touched him again.
"You're good at it, too," he said, "but beware, it might be difficult to get home if you keep at this." He grinned. "Not that I'd complain about hiding in a cupboard for a little while..."