With her hand but inches from his cheek, he moved toward it, just a bit, but was disappointed when he noted her did not feel her hand on his skin moments after. A thin line played along his lips, because as disappointed as he was in that, he wasn't sure how to interpret that. She didn't touch him, but made the movement to do so. It was confusing and his expression spoke volumes of that as he brought his gaze to hers. He tried to question without words, it there in his eyes as he looked at her, trying to uncover why it was she didn't follow through.
"I... yes. I do wish to touch you, Meg." His words, just slightly clumsy because she had a way of putting him on the spot and making him feel out of sorts, because he wasn't sure of how to phrase things or go about them with her. He'd yet to realize it was thanks to her waiting for him to make that first move, to close that distance and touch her like he wanted, why she didn't do the same with him.
Then again, when she told him not everything had to do with sex and he was to be educated, starting with Casablanca, it made him question touching her in the first place. Her hand hovering and not quite making that contact with him, that only furthered that questioning.