[ he's still conscious of the space between them, like he knows better than to get in too close, avoiding the discomfort that could arise again, in the same way that the mood had steered when he'd begun to wipe off the cake from her face. instead, he's just close enough to be able to better perceive her stance and the way she holds the gun, all the better to direct her if he's able to.

her chance at a threat makes him purse his lips a little, eyes steering away like she's almost right, though he does think you'd have probably missed, avoiding saying the words out loud for good reason.

instead, he reaches into his pockets for his cigarettes, just for something to keep his hands busy. ]

Feet should be shoulder width apart. Left forward a bit to balance the weight. Keep the left elbow pointed down. Right elbow, stick it out. Just a little — not to go poking an eye out.