"It wouldn't be any trouble." He raised his own hand experimentally, more to see if he could get himself to do something with it than anything else, and to his surprise he found it settling at her waist. "I'd like you to be comfortable." He let out a little gust of air and dropped his eyes to look at where his hand was on her waist. His thumb rubbed gently against her. "I'm... I'm rusty at this," he muttered.