There's a more localized shiver at the touch, even through a layer of fabric, and he feels the excitement of the unknown, the lure of adventure. It's what he always longed for, back home. It's what drove him to fantasize about far-off worlds, daring battles, rescuing princesses and long-lost fathers. The fact that none of that quite turned out how he expected hasn't changed the feeling, even if it's tempered his need to indulge in it.

This, though? This seems safe. He can do this, indulge in this, without risking worlds.

"You know I'm tougher than I look, right?"