Ah, but he's her moron. It's a completely different sort of thing.

Her skin tingles with the contact which, in turn, makes her hum pleasantly and wrap herself a bit tighter while she still can. (It's an entirely greedy motion, really it is.)

"I suppose it cannot be too bad," she grins. "I am going to hazard a guess that your family, at the very least, will not be having me for dinner."