It was about then that Kirley decided if he was going to be forward, then what the hell? She was the one that had moved closer first, after all. He followed suit in abandoning the spoons, because once his plan was formulated, he figured he would need his hands for at least a few moments, "I suppose those aren't bad regulations to have," he agreed, catching up her foot for a moment, giving a slight caress about her ankle, "Personally, here is my favored length. A little longer, fine, but shorter, no." It was tempting to pull her closer, but he'd already taken a pretty bold step by touching her so in the first place and he didn't want to push his luck.