Brushing her cheek as he sat down in his own chair, James turned towards her slightly. "Sir is quite suitable in public. Now, normally in a situation like this, there will be stewerds and servers bustling around between the guests, removing trays and filling drink glasses. You must learn to remain relatively still in your chair. A quick outburst of movement might unsettle a server next to you and spill something upon you, or worse me or another guess."<br/><br/>Reaching out under the table, his hand found her thigh just above the knee and give it a gently stroke and squeeze. He wanted to see if her reaction would be just such an outburst or not. He had no plans to punish her for something so simple, but it would be interesting to see just how nervous she must be, sitting here at the table with him.