They've hardly bitten into their scone […] take their hand, and remind them that the hourglass is draining swiftly. Your mark frowns. "I'd hoped we'd be free of that this afternoon." They pull their hand away, standing. "Good day, [gendertitle]."
Over plates of scones and cups of tea, you nudge the pleasantries toward your scheme. All it takes from there is a touch of their wrist, and a reminder that the opportunity is evanescent. Your mark nods; they do not pull away.