[ He puffs his cheeks out in (mostly) mock indignation, and manages to hold it for a few seconds before he laughs. Laughs and pulls Jotaro's had forward, not to kiss him but to just squash their faces together. Make it so they're close. Touching, in a way that seems not to be too much. ]

If you hadn't drunk the water first, I'd have had to stop touching you after I started. Wouldn't that be worse?

[ Then, softer, quieter. As if it's less of an admission of a mistake if he doesn't say it very loudly. ]

I'll let Hierophant deal with the water, next time. I thought it'd be weird, if he was reaching out of your mouth to hold the glass.

[ That's the point at which it would become weird. ]