Re: Mezzanine
His smile curved under her fingers, warming at her touch. "You're welcome." He tipped his head in time with the movement of her hand, allowing her easier access to touch him. It had been long enough since anyone else touched him with intention that he didn't feel like turning her away.
Bracing her waist with a steady hand when she perched on the arm of his chair, not wanting her to tip off and hurt herself. "I don't think I'd mind that."