He would question, hands remaining off of her as he leaned back in his seat to look at her.
He would question, hands remaining off of her as he leaned back in his seat to look at her.
"No. None of that."
"No. None of that."
"Okay, okay-- I get it. No handsy. You don't need to be turning me into a snow cone."
"Okay, okay-- I get it. No handsy. You don't need to be turning me into a snow cone."