It was every bit her, and even if he'd never seen her before or never heard her voice as it was meant to sound, Leto would have recognized her. The way she acted - bright, energetic, absolutely ready to dash through the world at her own pace and expect others go go along with her... It was so very Oswin.
The touching... He expected to like any sort of touch from her. He had not expected to feel pain at the same time. Through the remembrance of his father, Paul Atreidies, the sensation was not wholly foreign or surprising. He kept his feet under him from it. But he did not enjoy it.
And he did.
Leto finally stopped and held her hand firmly before they left his apartment completely.
"Will you permit me to dress, Ms. Oswald?" he asked, infusing the question with a lilt of an eyebrow and a half-smile. It completely covered the rest of his feelings.