[ Masaomi couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, at the whispering or the shaking of the box. He rocked back on his seat once before he leaned back in waving a hand before he reached out as if he were going to brush under her chin, stopped short, smirked, and pulled back. The man rested a hand over his heart, trying to pick the best line - ]

My, but for a beautiful woman like Haru-chan I need to demand the classics! All the better to see her intimate swinging!

[ Nailed it ]