"Surely you don't mean to smite me with some sorcerous bolt? I'm on your side." The cleric put on a shining smile and leaned his hands on his sides. "You have a great, um..." His eyeballs were following her every... breath. "A great garment and... Figure. Yes." He took a few steps in a circle, as if confused, then put his hand on her waist for a long moment, a gesture that could be reassuring, confused or whatever. The truth was that the vibrations in his pants awakened his temperament to the point of approaching her in such a silly way.