Her hand was small in his, but it felt good. Secure. Soft and warm. And she wasn't pulling away--she almost always pulled away, though that never deterred him from touching her again later. He was a very tactile person, and had the patience of a river, like his on-air name.
And then his heart seemed to speed up, beating in his ears just a little. He was torn--he wanted to kiss her, this would be a great time to kiss her, but she had lost her lover not too long ago, and he might just be taking advantage...
He tilted his head down, moved slightly closer to her. "Hestia," he murmured in reply, wondering if he were reading the signs right, and hoping that he was... very much hoping that he was.