Paul touching him was both torture and delight, and he moaned softly, "I am, but slightly overwhelmed. Jus', just a lot to take in, and with not.." he dropped his tone, "With not being able to express, how I feel. I do it better with actions, with music, hell, with singing, but not being able to.. constricted too much, feel a bit overheated. Trapped in my skin? Dancing is sweet, but echoes so much.. that I can't.." he shuddered involuntarily, "Can we sit? Talk freely out of earshot?"