[Cross looks displeased as she pulls away, but not as much as he might ordinarily. He refuses to show it but he's feeling the effects of that little diversion, and her mood shift is familiar and -- annoying. Still, it's not her fault that the rules of this place are ridiculous. His fingertips brush her cheek and he sighs his acceptance. Although he can't resist adding,]
Imagine what I could do with both hands. [And all his faculties, of course. But he doesn't say it to tease her, more to lighten the mood back to the status quo of playful flirting. They don't do well when they're serious for too long.]