John Price was definetly no stranger to restlessness, having seen and experienced it almost daily in all his time serving, but he knew how to sit still when he needed to. You apparently did not. As your Captain, he was responsible for you- but by all means holy you were giving the man more grey hairs than any other soldier under his command.

At first, John had shot you a confused look when you started nudging your foot against his under the table, deciding to ignore your antics for the sake of his sanity. After roughly 15 minutes of playing footsie however, he was close to losing his sanity. His hand closed around thigh faster than you could even think, yanking you into his lap in one fluid motion. He sighed, shooting you a glare that was both fond and exasperated.

"Hold still sweetheart, please"