This is better. Relax and laugh loudly. “Better look out, or I will!”
In the relaxed atmosphere of the joke you suddenly find enough courage to lean over the necessary few inches and put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing your cheek against hers for a second.
She is discomposed, although it is not very surprising after all.
“Here!” she protests, breathlessly. “Stop that! Why did you do that?”
“Sorry. But I wanted to.”
“Well....” She is at a loss. She giggles and says, “And besides, you need a shave.”
“Yeah. Sorry.... Another thing, I think probably you don’t have very good people hanging around here.”
“How can you tell? You haven’t met anyone but Mary. You said she has nice ankles.”
“Did I?” you ask, surprised. “Maybe I did. But I don’t like women to cut their hair so short. That’s one of the things I like about you, by the way. You may be in business and all that, but you haven’t lost your femininity.” Close your hand over hers where it lies on the cushion.
“That’s not a compliment these days.”