For a moment, Miguel closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. Sure, he wasn't exactly a hugging touchy-feely kind of guy, but he was still (half-)human and more than a little touch-starved along with everything else he'd been starved of. And then he forced himself to snap out of it. He quickly caught her hand in his and then flipped down to land on the floor in his bare feet. Slightly chilly, but he was already cold so he didn't really notice.
"Mexico would be amazing," he agreed, but didn't dare say anything else. Was this something else he needed to ask Lyla about? Shock.