"I, uh, I dunno about that," he muttered, but he was smiling a bit, pleased by the compliment and the soft touch.
Realizing he still held her wrist, he pulled his hand back quickly. "Oh, sorry." Well...now he didn't know what to do with his hands. They sort of hovered awkwardly near her shoulders, then fell to either side of his hips, palms flat against the ground.
Without really making the conscious decision to do so, he found himself tilting his head into her touch, a small sigh escaping him. He didn't get contact like this often- maybe he was a little starved for it without realizing it.