"Well, you've touched it, you tell me." She crosses her legs and props her elbow up on the table as she watches him.

She does touch her hair, though. Twists a lock around her finger and decides yes, good, her hair is indeed soft.

"Is Boxer okay?" She asks, at last, reaching down to pet the dog. "He's not usually this... subdued. Do I smell or something?" She makes like she's going to sniff her armpit. "He's never minded Bull's Eye before."