He shook his head in an off-hand dismissal, invoking the spirit of cowboys or pirates. Nah, ma'am, nah. For example, he pointed to her, and then gestured the sign for her name; which equated to the tap of a finger on the outskirt of his mouth, and then a touch beneath his lips. Honey.
Reaching out, without asking or even hinting that it was his intention, Lukas did the same gesture to her. The edge of her painted mouth, then just beneath her lips. Honey.
Retracting, there was a brief crosswalk glance down either side of the street that showed no heavy traffic, and Lukas pried the Soco bottle from the gashed zipper bisecting his chest with a wink. Com'on, nobody was watching.