He had arched into the contact as a bird, and made no move to make her stop, even as a man. He wasn't shy about contact- after having lived for years by himself, the friendly touch was pleasant.
"Hi," He answered with a grin, letting his hand move out of his hair so he could lean back on it, and by extension into her hand. "And I intend to, here. It seemed easier, almost like the old days," It was, he had been told, much like Tinkerbell; the more humans believed in him, the easier his power came. Perhaps his people thrived here. He would go check on them, maybe, after his visit.