The touch brings a small sound of surprise, his gaze staying squarely on the flushed face in front of him. His own taking a darker, blue-green tone thanks to his cold blood as he realizes just how... different this has gone than he expected.

"...You think that I am beautiful?" How can he tear his eyes away from such vivid green ones when he says something like that? His body shifts, webbed hand coming to rest on his own chest. He can feel his heart lurch in anticipation even before he speaks again. "I... think I may be misunderstanding."