To be honest he'd have been content to stay a moment more burying his face in the crook of her neck, but like hell is he ever going to admit to it. He's more tactile than he lets on; he just doesn't trust most people enough to let them get away with it. When she steps away he finally pulls his hand off her hip, feeling like he got away with something, admittedly wondering what else he could get away with.

But the low, displeased grumble that follows has nothing to do with her moving away and everything to do with the question. "Them" jokes would be preferable, though not without an extra layer of awkwardness; and admittedly, if she made a joking pass at him right now he'd wonder more than usual whether she really meant it.

"Don't ask," he mutters, trying not to show any embarrassment, though she likely knows him well enough to know that's exactly why he sounds so irate. For all that he's outgrown many of his prejudices, he still feels like there are several very good reasons to never, ever admit that the most action he's gotten lately was with Glenn.