Manet folded his arms stoically and added: "Please don't talk."
She sighed her instant agreement and moved her expressive hands over his chest and up to the hollows of his throat.
"I need a shave," he observed.
Her hands instantly caressed his face to prove that she liked a rather bristly, masculine countenance.
Manet elbowed Veronica away in a gentlemanly fashion.
She made her return.
"Not now," he instructed her.
"Whenever you say."
He stood up and began pacing off the dimensions of the compartment. There was no doubt about it: he had been missing his regular exercise.
"Now?" she asked.