[In his own awareness of circumstances, Tyki doesn't move to touch her, or to invade her space any closer than she draws to him on her own — he's a perfect gentleman. He knows they are not alone in the lobby of a hotel, not given Clorinde's notoriety, and there will at least be some kind of ambient attention on them at all times.

Tyki surrenders the bottle to her without hesitation, then slides both hands into the pockets of his dark slacks.]

That's true, but not in the flesh. You should know it isn't the same. [As he says these words, his eyes travel down the curves of her body; it will be obvious what he means. He doesn't have to touch her with his hands to make the point.]

You look beautiful. [A smile, easy on his lips.] Would you like to go upstairs?