"Not... any more," Dinah said slowly, because what she could never say to Tony, maybe needed to be said to someone, and Francine was a pretty good choice there, knowing about The Book and Dinah's level of flail and fail. "I dunno, I'm no good at this, you know that. But he was being all intimate, and subtle, and just-- I'm glad I made that rule? About no touching at all. Because." She bit into another cookie, and swallowed. "He doesn't get stuff. About love. Or getting feelings hurt or embarrassed about sex. He's not a bad guy. He just... doesn't get it." She sighed. "I'm not saying it right."