“Oh,” he said, feeling a bit sheepish. She hadn’t been looking at him so he hadn’t quite been sure. Illya wasn’t very good at this. He had been in very few relationships, any not any serious ones in the last five years. “It is that I do not want to make you uncomfortable, Gaby. I would hate that. But if you wish for my hands to rove...” He dared to move his hand down over her backside. “They will rove.”