She wriggles, wrapping her arms around herself to try and protect her ribs from that light, ticklish touch, then manages to grab his hands and push them to the ground on either side of his head. It takes strength, and he could overcome her if he tried for all that she has the better leverage in her position, but she manages it. Pink-faced and breathless from laughter, she looks down at him chidingly. "That was unkind, my lord." Despite the words, she neither looks nor sounds annoyed.