So yeah, Francine was Francine, and that meant her own hands sort of stilling at that, because oh hi, but Francine was also Francine and determined to not let that be the prelude to a flail, or let Katchoo think it was, so...

So, something. So, moving her hands. That would be good. And maybe her lips, too, across Katchoo's chin to her jaw, and then to her throat.