His hand was warm on hers, his hands had a strength that surprised her, but she didn't show it. She watched his hand, instead, her gaze intent. Under just about any other circumstance - and really, why not now? - this would be the moment she'd totally ruin any potential friendship or connection by jumping the person and getting her rocks off before flouncing home never to contact them again.
She took a steadying breath, "I'm not sure it's to your taste," she said with a conspiratorial smile. "Unless erotica is up your alley," she added, the laughter just there in her tone but not bubbling forth entirely - she liked watching people react to hearing that.