Has it occurred to you that I enjoy doing things like this? Not tormenting you, intriguing a prospect as that may be in its own right. Just expressing admiration.

[He keeps his fingers moving in slow circles, following the knitted ridge where the fingerless gloves attached to the sweatshirt come to an end, idly exploring like he's out to learn the feeling of holding Ryn's hand by touch alone.]

Would you like to put on a show for me?