[ He leans into her touch, a little guilty that so sweet a gesture is something that he takes so much pleasure and comfort from.

Lifting a hand to cover hers, he presses a chaste kiss to the heel of her palm. ] No. I did not think you would.

[ When he looks at her, he allows himself the indulgence of caressing her chin. ] I only wished to be honest. I am a bit of a hermit and tend towards isolation. My garden is my most constant companion - offering me peace, quiet, and a means by which to keep the ennui at bay.