Something stirred in the pit of Azrael's stomach, unfamiliar but not unwelcome. 'Human body,' his mind supplied. 'Reaction to outside stimuli-'
He shoved those thoughts away. People had touched him before, and it never produced anywhere near a reaction like this. It was because it was Svetlana that his stomach felt like he'd gotten on a roller coaster.
"Yes," he answered quietly, once he found his voice again. "Yes, I rather think I did."