"Mmm."  He didn't respond to that rather insulting observation but moved behind her so he could take one of her frizzy curls in his fingers and play with it.  She stiffened but didn't move away and he wondered if this was more or less enrapturing than a touch over her clothing.  Since she declined to discuss the issue of her reaction to his touch, or admit it even happened, he certainly wasn't going to acknowledge it.  "Where's the cat?"