If he wasn't comfortable... That was not his problem. He hadn't had a good meal in a while. The few nibbles he had gotten here and there weren't enough. Sarah was right. He had to do something. He would lose control otherwise. The Hunger was getting too restless and he was getting to weak.
"It's not me I am worried about. Just don't turn me into a laser brochette with your light sabres..." He glanced at the outstretched hand. "Touch... it's gonna feel more strongly when you touch me." A hesitant hand was offered to her but he wanted her to take the next step. The warning had been spoken, Kytana could decide.
[Ooc: sorry, Tim, just trying to move this along! Timezones are getting in the way! If Micha would have intervened, we can change things!]