Rufus was sipping this glass a bit more slowly; either he was really exhausted, Amelia was drugging him, or this wine was a bit more heady than either of them had expected - and he wasn't quite thoughtful enough to actually consider the options. Her touch to his shoulder made him turn - and it was a comedic sort of interaction as they turned from one to the other without being fully aware of it, again and again.
Rufus had always been a man of action, and he'd always been the sort who was terribly comfortable around women - but Amelia wasn't exactly a woman... she was Amelia. Soft and pretty and lovely as she was. Wait. Had he really just thought that?
Without taking a moment to consider what he was doing, Rufus let his glass wobble in his hand as he reached out with the other for the soft Amelia-creature curled up beside him. His fingers swept across her cheek and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. It was a sign of affection or... something like that. He really didn't know, but she seemed terribly nice at the moment and he had always liked terribly nice things.