Lizzie stretched languidly with the movements of Luke's hand, but as expected, she opened her eyes again, lips turning down into a disapproving frown (or an attempt at one anyway because she was so comfortable and relaxed with the hair-playing, damn him and knowing her weaknesses). The hand did discourage her from moving, but she reached up and flicked his nose again.
"Luke..." she started reproachfully. "You- fighting is never a good idea, and you really need to cut the guy a break. I can't believe you went to actually fight him! Like a physical one? What the hell? Since when do you actually go and fight people?"
Her disappointment turned into concern a second later, though, "Are you okay? I mean, he- you- are you alright?" She twisted a little and would have gotten up had Luke's hand not been keeping her still.