"...fine, if you insist," she finally responded after staring up at him for a few moments. "I trust you won't mind?" she asked as she stepped just close enough to be encroaching on his personal space without directly entering into it, one hand reaching towards his bicep but not actually touching it until she received permission from him. Once that was obtained, she slowly ran her hands over various parts of his arms and upper chest, cheeks flushing slightly in a way she was unaccustomed to experiencing in these situations. If her hands seemed to linger just a tad too long here and there, she most certainly wasn't going to call attention to it any more than she had to.
"I don't think that will be necessary," she responded before stepping back. "From a purely speculative standpoint, you're an attractive man who looks young enough to pass for early to mid thirties, in exceptional shape." She wasn't going to voice her personal thoughts.