[ she's quick to pluck his hand from where it's resting on her side and hold onto it tightly, in hopes of discouraging him from putting it back there. he's really pushing it, and even though she isn't mad (yet), she's definitely getting more flustered by the minute. ]

There's nothing to tell you, and there's nothing for you to guess, either! And even if I did think about any of that stuff, it wouldn't be any of your business, anyway.

[ except it probably would be, since he would be the focus of her thoughts in this clearly completely hypothetical scenario. ]