Gently, but firmly...

"It's nothing for you, Karen..." you whisper firmly, taking a gentle, but firm grip on her wrist and moving her hand away from your junk.
"You're no fun...." she puts on a pout that she you can see in the mirror.
"We're in the middle of a crowded restaurant, where most of the staff knows Jenna and me." You continue to whisper as you rub her shoulder soothingly. "Please behave."
"Fine." she leans back against you. "I just... it's hard." her voice loses some of it's playfulness. "It's not fair."
"I know." You don't know what else to say.
"Why do you have to be such a good guy?"
You shake your head and laugh. "I'm not."
A few minutes later, Jenna returns from the bathroom. She slides her arms around your waist and squeezes you and then slides past you to grab her drink from the bar top. She's about to say something when the maitre d' calls out "Sinclair, 4? Your table is ready now."