Brock would've swiveled around at the voice if he could. Having Elle seated snugly in his lap and practically straddling him didn't exactly do wonders for his mobility and he could instead only half-turn awkwardly to watch as one of the ever-present nurses came at them. She was frowning now.

Looks like fun's over, Brock thought. If Elle was this forward in a crowded cafeteria, he was definitely curious to see how she'd be with more privacy. She'd probably be downright insane where it counted.

"She's not bothering me," Brock chimed up. He reluctantly lifted his hands away from Elle though rather than resist the nurse's orders. While he was happy to cop some feels, he wasn't really wanting to trade that for a sedative to calm him down, no matter how hot Elle was.