*doesn't resist when you coax his hand down, though he's mightily embarrassed for no reason he can logically explain (the truth was right in front of me the whole time)*
No. No, I'm not getting weird on you. *brushes your bangs out of your eyes and studies your face intently, half-expecting to see something different, somehow* But you were four feet tall and you stabbed a Nazgûl. It's going to be a while before that isn't a little weird.