"I'm sorry," he says. "What? Why? You're fixing everything I set down." He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. It wasn't polite of me to come in and start touching your things."
"Oh, it's okay," I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. "You can touch anything of mine you want." He freezes, a funny look crossing his face before I realize what I've implied. I didn't mean it that way, but it sounds like I might."