She smiled a little as he ate, moving her hand back to her jeans. She didn't rub the makeup off onto the denim like she wanted; she was fairly sure he'd take that as an insult. She'd wait until she was outside. Instead, she sat down on the table, folding her legs underneath herself Indian-style.
"You're not that scary, you know. And honestly, you'd be less scary wet and naked." She blinked as she realized what she'd said could possibly be misconstrued as innuendo, but tried not to betray the epiphany.