[His fingers curl, starting to shy away, but with a one-shoulder shrug he relaxes and lets her touch. What the hell, it's not like she wasn't open with him about her appearance.]
Some. Warmth, mostly, but it's faint. My fingertips can feel a bit more. [He watches her hand touching his with lidded fascination.] The tips of my ears, too. My mouth, even if I don't have much sense of taste. I guess, the same places that are more sensitive on human skin. [Normally saying that might make him blush because ideas but right now, he just sighs. He hasn't ever felt Raven's touch but he somehow misses it, the slight spark of warmth a ghost of what he remembers it feeling like.]
Don't hurt yourself -- it's rough. [His voice is lower, smoothed out by drinks and nostalgia.]