He felt the shiver move through her. It seemed like the sort of reaction that could mean a lot of different things, and for a moment he was floundering between wondering whether he had repulsed her or something else - and that grounded him a little. He knew how to read people, and very well, no matter what his other shortcomings might be. He stopped and took her in, carefully.
He needn't have bothered; her hand was on his knee a moment later, and that was ... clear enough. He did feel anchored. And he thought she looked pleased - among other things, of course. "Yes." His fingers pulled briefly through her hair just above her ear. Very soft. He felt curiously steady. "I wouldn't want to bore you. And you don't need to wait for an invitation, you know."