Lando Norris isn't a pervert. He isn't! He swears up and down, left and right that whenever you wear a short dress he always averts his eyes. Always. He's kind and sweet and respectful, yes, very, very, very respectful. Sure, he squirms when you sit next to him, and he might whine at times when you grip onto him from laughing so hard, and it won't matter if he has to bite his pillow at night when he thinks of you for too long. It's totally normal. And it's totally normal when he grips and touches more than he needs to when you lean on him, tipsy, while celebrating Oscar's second victory with McLaren. It's justifiable, duh. "Doing alright?" Lando asks, signature smile on his lips, hands low on your waist. He's not a pervert.