She scooched forward a bit, away from the wall (and yes, closer to him but that wasn't her intention!) so she could cross her legs indian-style and lean back on her palms. Seriously, it was getting really cramped in there.
"Was I not supposed to?" She hadn't really ever forgotten. But at the time that she'd said it, it just hadn't registered. But apparently, it'd registered with him.
"I'm not fishing. But you're right. I do have pretty nice hair."