[ he freezes at that touch but only because his first thought was, "this wasn't happening!" His second was less panicky and simply, "No, you can't touch her. Don't even think it!" His third was...
"Oh, this was nice."
The tact, the gentleness, the non-obtrusiveness of it all... he was almost like a wet noodle in a pot full of wet noodles -- squishy, as he leaned in slightly to the touch, eyes fluttering shut as he tried not to imagine all sorts of things. He may be 30 years old, but his life did not leave much room for romance or love or any of those other pesky emotions that got in the way of duty. But this wasn't so bad. It was pleasant, and he meant to tell her so just as soon as...
He blinked and then sneezed, jerking away immediately as confetti brushed his nose. Huh?! ]