Of course Lucille didn't move away. If anything, she inched a little closer, not sure whether he would notice.

"I like pretty things."

She also liked standing close to him very much. Raising a hand to brush away a strand of hair from her face, she nudged his hand, not entirely by accident. It was new to her to make someone who was more or less a stranger understand what she wanted, and Lucille realized she probably wasn't subtle, but at least it wasn't vulgar, was it?