Touch Me, Daddy
There's no way that's user friendly.
"Come on," I murmur, passing it over and grabbing his free hand. "Let's get out of here. I've never done this before, and there's more I'd like you to teach me, mister tutor."
It's clearly shit flirting, because Ki lets me pull him through the stacks, cane clicking against the floor, but he's silent. He doesn't even speak once we're out of the library, standing in the cool night air.
"Your place or mine?" I offer weakly, aiming for a joke but landing flat. God, just kill me. A lightning strike would do it.