"Nay, lass." He was about to woo the hell out of her. Full sails ahead! He tugged her gently closer with one hand, and with the other, he'd lift his fingers to her face to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. With eyes warm and, perhaps an impish smile, Andy would then kneel at her feet. "Me lady fair, yer presence is like the air which I breathe." He stood up and pulled her into a sort of dance, if she let him of course, and then kissed her thrice. He was laughing gaily.