She went rigid as he pulled her into his lap. This was more contact than she'd ever had with another person and she wasn't entirely sure if she liked it. But he was being so nice, and it didn't seem like he wanted to do anything more than talk to her. Almost like a TV dad would talk to his daughter, she thought with a small grin.<br/><br/>The muscles of her belly went tight with aprehension, though, when he placed his hand on the bare skin. She couldn't promise herself she'd be able to behave and not hit him if his fingers wandered anywhere else. But she tried not to look too terrified or upset as she took the glass from him. She sipped slowly, then held it in front of her as a sort of focal point aside from his face.<br/><br/>"You're serious? I mean.. How can I see those places... I mean, belonging to you?" She shifted a little uncomfortably on his lap. "That's bullshit. I mean.. You're just being nice, right, saying these things?"