His fingers trembled under that brief heat; went still.

"Oh, all of you is uncommonly beautiful-- but surely you hear that many times a night. And I've never been especially good at any kind of intimacy... almost especially not physically. And your hair is so gorgeous and soft; like light spun into silk. Easy to presume I could hardly be blamed for wanting to touch it."

He made a quiet, thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. "Does it ever frustrate you, the liberties people take with your body?"