She'd pretty much grasped Neji was a rebel who tended to do the opposite of what his family would expect or want of him around the time he almost murdered his cousin in the Chuunin Exams. She was, however, under the impression that he'd mellowed out, not found creative ways to get worse and fly under the radar.
NOT THAT INVITING HER TO A FAMILY DINNER AND TRYING TO DO THAT WAS IN ANY WAY SUBTLE!
She wasn't actually sure whether girls used to this sort of thing, or really experienced undercover shinobi might react differently, play things off or even get some weird thrill out of it…but…
…No, she wasn't any of those things.
Basically as soon as something bumped her inner thigh and she got an idea of what he might possibly be doing not involving finding whatever he pretended to drop under the table (Or hey maybe he was really looking for…no. No. She didn't think he was) she squeaked loudly enough to have shrieked and sat up straight in her chair, pressing her legs together with just enough warning that he could avoid losing anything vital, and gripped her thighs.
"You know what. I think I'm done eating!"
