"I don't think it's a matter of the number of needles, so much as how much you might squirm." He wiggled his own finger at her, a vague threat that he might attack her with tickling, though he didn't quite get close enough for it. He grinned, though, which was a nice change of things.

He hummed and nodded, flapping a hand easily. He didn't doubt it. "I know," he said. "But just in case."