"I..." He pauses, knowing that from anyone else this would be a rather mundane request but coming from him it was probably one of the more dangerous ones. "Could I...touch you? Tell me if...you know." One of his gloved hands hovers just above the hem of her shirt while he puts his weight on the other hand and waits for permission.
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