It was probably for the best that she not get into it. Bryce wasn't very skilled at dealing with 'girl stuff', whatever that may entail. Bryce leaned back a little when Tuesday moved her legs over his lap. He wasn't sure if it was an invitation to touch her or not, so he erred on the side of caution and kept his hands to himself.
"So how long do you stay out in the moonlight?" Bryce asked with a small smirk as his gaze wandered along her legs. He may not be able to touch, but he could look, right? "Until you're the perfect shade of pale?" Not that he minded. Bryce had always preferred her flawless skin to the women who baked in the sun every day for a tan.