The closer Feferi gets to him, the further he wants to retreat in on himself. None of this feels right, not the coaxing or the hand on his back. He feels frustrated, but he doesn't want to snap at her just because he doesn't know what to do with comfort. He hunches his shoulders as she rubs, opting not to jerk away or swat her.

"Woah, woah. Shooting straight for the crotch there, huh?" He takes the chance to act defensive, escaping from the hand by shifting himself to the side as if so floored by her completely obvious assumption that he needs space. "We are not playing Cluedo, Feferi. We are going to drop it, that's what I want to do." He waves that around like it's some sort of ace card, when he speaks up again his voice is softer. "Let's just go look at fish, alright?"