He meets her eyes for a brief instance, his gaze timid and sincere as she runs her hand through his hair. He seems to respond well to that, arching his neck slightly at her touch. He smiles timidly as he folds the cloth used to dry her, savoring the view - and ability to touch, the woman's soft, smooth skin. His expression turns both submissive and playful, seeing the want in her eyes, and the sense that - somehow - she might be inclined to keep him as her own.<br/><br/>"Am I?"