Molly didn't have to explain his boundaries to Caleb for him to respect them. And if he just wanted to touch without having Caleb ask for more, that was okay. He wasn't even disappointed, because his concerns were far more focused on what Molly needed. He knew how weird it was to be here, but he also knew how weird it was to be shunted back into your own body after feeling like you were living someone else's life for a while. It wasn't quite the same, but it was enough to give Caleb a sense of empathy for what he must be going through now. Caleb had lost ten years of his life, and he'd come out the other side a completely different person than the one he was.
"Did he?" Caleb laughed, wondering if he could have used that to his advantage if he'd known. "He should have tried something. I have a thing for bad men, you know. I could have probably drawn you out a lot faster that way than what we tried." Not that Caduceus was a bad man, but he was the exception. And Molly wasn't really bad either. But Lucien most certainly was. And most of the other men in Caleb's past most certainly were too. It was something of a habit for him, he supposed. But it wasn't one he'd ever made much of an effort to analyze or even stop. He liked what he liked. Fortunately, he'd found a bit of nuance in it lately.
He turned his head to look back over his shoulder at where Caduceus was tending the flowers. "Yeah," he said, smiling back at Molly. "That was unexpected. It sort of just happened the first time. I think I was so desperate to feel any connection to anyone, hurting so badly, feeling so lost, and he just... found me. You know how clerics are." He felt like Jester had done much the same thing for Fjord - though to some degree she had done that for all of them. She was really the tie that bound them all together. When things got rough, she reminded them that not everything in the world had to be so serious. And it was nice to see someone who had such a one-on-one relationship with their god. The Wildmother had come to Caduceus and Fjord's aid plenty of times. The Storm Lord had done miraculous things for Yasha. But neither of them had sat and had a meal with the Nein just because they wanted to. Caleb wasn't sure if he wanted a god to be that close, but it was good for Jester.
"It doesn't have to be fleeting, though," Caleb shrugged. "Unless that's what you want. We'd probably have to discuss it, and figure out what everyone's comfortable with-" that was how it had happened when he and Astrid and Eodwulf had first started becoming a thing, "-but if you need me, I want to be here for you. Until you find someone else who makes you happy. And maybe even then. It's fine with me, it wouldn't even be the first time I've done something like that."