With his eyes closed still, her touch comes as something of a surprise and his leg flexes under the warm weight of her hand. A slow tensing and release of muscles.

“Pretty sure it ain’t gonna be the worst I ever looked, if I’m bein’ honest.” He says, feeling the echoes of the same reflexive clenching elsewhere in his body. A soft snort escapes him. "I guess that's sayin' a lot." He absently licks his lips again, edging them open.