[As he watches her fingers dip into his chest he doesn't quite react, not the way he probably should, by phasing in return. But by the time he realizes he'd stayed solid to the touch, her hand's withdrawn and he's looking back up to her.] Mm.
Are you hungry? [They can talk about her running away later on, maybe. He actually wants to think about an idea he's just had, before she does slip away.] The one good thing about this place is that the kitchen's always stocked.