"I--I'm sure he d--didn't mean any harm," Christian stammered, just before she grabbed his hand. He was obliged to follow after her, or risk releasing her hand. And why would that feel like such a risk?
He smiled a little, when her back was to him, at seeing her in his clothes. There was something mighty satisfying about seeing a lady swallowed in his shirt. And gracious, she was such a pretty young lady.
"Do you need more lemon?" he asked, having gotten himself more firmly under control.