bad time to start discussing the rubbing of lamps?
[He -- had not thought of that, and this time does definitely flush and fumble his words.] Ah -- okay. [If they move fast enough, it should be fine... he hopes.]
[But he does indeed turn on a dime and flip a quick loop in the sky, turning them around again as he does so to give her a proper view. Then he puts himself facing up so she can rest on him and perhaps relax her arms a bit -- a position that should seem more intimate and awkward, but with all the air rushing around them it somehow feels less so. Or maybe that's the ale.] I'm not hurting you, am I? [His grip, he means, which seems to have gotten a bit tighter without him noticing. Or just having to be this close to his unyielding skin.]