[ Well - there's polite, and then there's backing down from a challenge. He sucks in a breath through his mouth, closing it so that he has to let the air out through his nose. His gaze meets hers for a second then shifts one of those ribbons. They're meant to slip off easy with a tug, but he doesn't want to pull on her wrist. Instead he ends up using both hands, working the ribbon undone the hard way with a deep concentration. The couch dwellers have untangled for a moment, one calls over in a sly tone: 'Need me to show you how that works, honey' - he ignores it, the ribbon in his hand a half second later. With a lopsided smile he meets her gaze again. ]
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