Sina allowed Mr. Dempsey to take her arm, but laughed sharply at his comment; it was an excellent play on words. She wondered idly what those around them thought. Sina could have continued the metaphor, if she really wanted to, but Mr. Dempsey touching her allowed her to confirm what she had suspected: he was slightly damp.
"Are you going to tell me why you're moist?" she asked, as they left the room and the main crowd.
"Are you going to tell me why you're moist?" she asked, as they left the room and the main crowd.