[His gaze lowers slowly to her hand, watching with no resistance to it though the sensation of her reaching far beyond what the physical touch might do, is an uncomfortable one to say the least. Like a blade lodged right in his chest, isn't it? But he shows no actual sign of discomfort, whatever he might feel or might have once felt at the start. By now, he's come to expect it.]
Mm.
I will be seeing if it comes to that. [If he survives, indeed.]