[Wincing, he staggers backwards, shrugging out of her touch and away from her lips, until the barrier gives him nowhere else to go. Stone features do nothing to hide the pain and fear on his face; this isn't something he can do so easily, or casually.]
[Too late, he realizes he probably insulted her, and tries frantically to backpedal,] Ah -- I'm sorry. It's not you. I didn't -- it's not you.