Goosebumps erupted across her sun-kissed flesh and she almost, almost, ripped her hand away she was so startled by her body's reaction. She refrained, however, and instead she plucked her hand from his as he moved to fold his arms.
She should've seen this coming. Karma had a funny way of messing with her. She should have learned that from her last few encounters with people. Those she treated poorly ended up being fairly important people. Those she treated well were... well, not so important or worthy of her affection after all. Then that whole mess with Calvin?
Marguerite sighed softly and then smirked the smallest bit. She slipped forward to the edge of her seat and lifted a cool hand to his cheek. A thumb danced over his cheek and she shook her head.
"Oh Irving Bradley, darling I said it had less wit than a spitted pig," she grinned.