Ford's hands slam down on the desk either side of you, you feel him press up close to you, and lean in... And then that screechy, obnoxious demon voice..

"Oh, ho, ho! What's a pretty little thing like you doing cooped up in here with this nerd, huh?~ Got yourself a nice figure there, glasses..."

A hand shifts to hold your hip, and Ford's 6 fingers dance teasingly up your waist.