"No no." Ariadne said, clamping her high-heeled boot down onto Simon's seeking hand. "No guns for you." She dug the heel just a little into his hand. "I'm more of a touchy-feely girl." With that, she reached out to touch Simon. Just a light graze across his cheek was all she intended.

Of course, her nails were poison, so Simon would probably want to get away.