Baba could have sprouted horns and a tail and Hank wouldn't have noticed anything odd about her.
His body went rigid as she touched him, but there was no fight or resistance against her. He was a very large piece of putty in her hands.
When she let go he couldn't even muster a goodbye. If face, it wasn't till after she'd left and he'd fallen over onto his rear that he realized he'd forgotten to breath.
He gasped slightly as he took in air, then put a hand up to his head.
"Stars and garters," he groaned, then pulled himself up. It was time to get back to work, definitely time to do anything he could to get that woman out of his mind.