[He never would without her direct permission. And even then, his touch is gentle, tentative. Always asking, never taking. And his telepathy? Well, it goes both ways. His mind is as open to her as hers would be to him. But that's not something to focus on right now, and he knows it. Even if there's the faintest niggle of curiosity eating away at him.]

I don't need companionship. [It's said forcefully enough] I don't particularly want it. Not anymore. But there are... certain people. These few certain people that no matter what they just worm their way in. They're fascinating, brilliant, so raw in energy and emotion, their minds open to possibilities, their instincts sizzling in a way others can't even begin to work towards.

No matter what, I can't- [He makes a face, rubbing a hand at his hair] Those people, those rare and extraordinary people.

Can you really blame me for being curious?