She flushed and stepped closer, moving to one side and lowering herself across his legs, a surprisingly awkward maneuvre especially as he did nothing to assist her, clearly amused by her discomfiture. When she had finally settled across his thighs, she felt one of his hands slide up the back of her thighs, so light as to nearly be ticklish, and slip beneath the hemline of her dress to brush over the curve of her buttocks. His other hand moved to the back of her neck, sliding his fingers into her hair while his palm rested at her nape. "You may have trouble staying still," he warned, "so I advise that you hold onto my leg or foot to maintain balance." With a nod, she walked her hands across the floor to clasp lightly at his ankle.