Her face gets all hot and pinkish, and she wants to hide it in her hands but he effectively has one of them captured, so she only has access to one and though her hands are big they don't have enough surface area and oh god is everyone looking at them, everyone is looking at them, aren't they —
"You know I... you know I like it." When he starts and she's still asleep, she means. She's given her vocal approval of this many times when awake. More and more lately the pills and her general condition make her feel like Sleeping Beauty, poisoned in sleep for a hundred years, which must make him that gallant little prince on the sassy horse.
Their waiter clears his throat before attempting to discreetly put their drinks down. Lee makes a noise like she just died.