[While she doesn't snap her hands away from his, she does stare at them in shock, maybe a little bit of alarm, and she clears her throat she feels a heat creeping up into her cheeks.]

Then let them. I will give them something to truly regret after that. They can't keep thinking they can get away with this.

[Away with turning this man into the soft puppy that he is. She doesn't mind his softer side, but this is too much. She can hardly find it in her to respect Eustace when he keeps pouting like this.]

... But that will come later. For now, worry about getting back to your normal self.