Oh, you can't convince me for a moment this is how you start out.

[ Not that Byerly is completely unaffected. A handsome man touching him - when, damn, it's been a while since he's been touched. Prison really wasn't all it cracked up to be. Nor was the Cetagandan camp, really...But his voice is flat and practical; he extends his index finger and shoves lightly at Wash's cheekbone. ]

You just come up to someone and start groping their leg? That seems like an excellent way to get slapped. Or worse.