I give my coldest shrewish-aunt face. It bounces off. He must have aunts of his own. Then, too, he’s a little bit charming, and even aunts are not immune to that sort of thing. A pursed lip does not indicate a woman who has never wanted to chew a man’s chest and smear herself all over him. No indeed. He’s about my age, and handsome with it. Under other circumstances, I would not have objected to close contact with his shoulders.