"Of course it is," Annie assured him immediately, not looking like she meant it in the slightest. "I also don't see the point in sitting in your lap if your pants have to come off." So she could see if his legs were injured, obviously, and just ignore how she'd be absolutely resuming her place in his lap once his pants were taken care of because that's where the logic fell apart.

"You'll note that I'm fine, as advertised," she added, gesturing to those legs of hers, which were as long and slim and unbruised as ever.