"I'm certain I'm doing no such thing," he says, striving for affronted but succeeding only in sounding puzzled. "I find it supremely unlikely that you should be, considering you seem to be having trouble walking in a straight line."

He scrapes his chair back as he rises and catches one of her wrists.

Possibly the one he just repaired.

He endeavors not to think about it.

He eyes her warily. "I wouldn't recommend it."