[He closes his eyes for a moment: she makes him feel a little less like a monster. Shaking his head at the question - and that strains his balance, though he manages not to sway - he reaches out, settling his hands lightly if not as deftly as usual on her waist, her arm. It could read as hesitant, but really he's giving ample room for her to change her mind, say no, tell him not to touch her.
Spam
He wouldn't blame her.]