"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"
The little pout on his face tells you all that you need to know.
"Hizashi!" You wag your finger at him playfully. "I told you before, there's no reason to be jealous!"
"Then I'm not!" He yells out, loud enough to attract the attention of all those around you. You giggle behind your hand as his pout remains though he slinks down in his chair, knowing he would be beat on this little argument. "...So what if I am."
"You've got no reason to be, is my point." You reach over to touch the hand he's kept on the table, watching it twitch as he tries to act mad still instead of reaching over to hold your hand like he wanted to. He glances over at you to see if you're falling for his ruse, but you're not.
A man could always try.
He gives up his act and puts both his hands back on the table, gripping yours in them. His stare is intense and you wonder if he's trying to start a staring contest before he leans over to kiss your knuckles.
"I can't help but be jealous; everyone around me is jealous because I've got someone like you, I have to make sure they don't steal you away."