Dora didn't pay any attention to anyone else at the moment. When her energies were focussed like that, on whatever or whoever, it was often like that for her. She felt goosepimples up her arms, under her robe, as his fingers stroked her hand.
"Hm, a little better," she said teasingly, flirtatiously, holding her fingers a bit apart. There was a joke in there somewhere about kissing it all better, but she'd never been terribly bold when it came to flirting.