"This?" Her eyebrow swept upward over a tiny little smirk, as she closed her fingers around his wrist. Because it helped distract her from the other train of thought, she caressed the delicate skin beneath her thumb, too. "Me holding your wrist?"

With her other hand, she took an indelicately large bite of her pancakes and plenty of whipped cream, that she then--naturally--had to clear from her mouth with the sweep of her tongue.

"You know, you could easily pull out of my grip." Very easily. Her expression turned even more wicked then. "But you don't want to. Do you?"