Very very slowly he dropped his hands to hide himself. Or the front of his trousers because there were no thoughts about kittens, ice cream, or grandmas that were going to make that go away. He just had to hope that it would fade some before she stopped. But there were actually no hopes for that.
Still, he didn't want to be a creeper. He eased slowly, stride none to easy or smooth, as he stepped forward to where she could see him.