[Love with caution! That would be a no, he might flip his shit if you touch him. In fact, the moment her arm flops over onto his side he damn near jumps out of his seat. He's plastered to the corner of his booth, pressed to the wall, staring at the offending appendage slumped over the edge of his seat.
Now he's trapped. Great. One hand is standing in his way of freedom and he won't dare touch it.]