Bobby's face almost crumpled into an impressive display of patheticness. He moved under her direction (after all, it wasn't like he had a choice) and looked up at her fearfully. He was going to get a cricked neck-- if he so much as glanced down he'd get an eyeful of... OH JEEZ. What did she want him to do? Would she cut him if he put his hands on her? Good god, there was like no fabric barrier, it was like putting hands on skin.

He swallowed hard, close to tears already."Okay," he squeaked, only just managing not to add "ma'am" to the end of it.