Nnh, having an actual rule book would just make me realize how many rules we've already broken anyway. So. Probably for the best that it doesn't exist. [ but that's just a short break in her Very Serious tone, because she's dropping right back into it, countering the smile in his tone with a very huffy edge to her own.

or at least that's the plan, but then wide palms are on her thighs and her brain short-circuits for a second, uh um duh buh der doy- ]

I don't recall giving you permission to touch me.

[ suddenly he needs permission, sure. but she's dipping her upperbody down a little bit, pressing her forehead to his, and not making any sort of move to remove his hands, so. obviously she doesn't mean it ]

You're cruisin' for a bruisin', Freckles.