"His hands might not be clean enough to shake anyway." A jibe, always a jibe. But to be perfectly clear to Lydia: "We already know each other."

Long legs of his step around the couch to the side of the couch that the pretty girl pats. A little sandwich here. As he goes he presses his palm to Peter's head like he needs it for balance. Roman is only being a pest. Lydia is right, he is terrible. It's for attention. When he's seated, he puts an arm around the back of the couch, the back of Lydia. It may end up touching on the other side.