That would do it, however. He stopped picking at his food. A sensation not unlike the sheer force of electricity crawled up his spine the second she touched him, only for it to disappear just as quickly when contact was broken. Again, he wanted to shrug it off and say that it was nothing, but he was interrupted by coffee and pie. Thank God, because it saved both of them from an embarrassing moment. He quickly brushed his hand against his other and then picked up his fork again, to go right back to picking on his food.
There was also a short bark of laughter as he finally heaped up a new piece of pie onto his fork. "I just wanted to help." There were other professions where he could have done that, but it was also a little boy's dream that he'd never abandoned. It had never been about seducing women and all that, but he was proud of what he did. They all were.