[ He leans into the touch instinctively and sighs, relief washing over him. It's as if he'd been waiting for physical reassurance. Otherwise, he doesn't react too obviously, with only his lashes fluttering in surprise over the initial contact. From his recollection of their night in the VR, Rosalind hadn't been overly keen on intimate contact. Practical, yes, but interested — that's new. ]

You're still free here, yeah? [ He perks up, his smile returning as easily as it had disappeared. They're not entirely free here, with the city bounded and their futures uncertain, but it could be far worse. ] So... what pleasures did you want to pursue?

[ which sounds far more like innuendo when repeated back in his rougher tones. A slight flush would indicate that he's aware of the verbal misstep, particularly given how close they are. ]

Besides getting your feet wet by yourself, I mean. [ 'cause he has to tease her for not fully enjoying the beach. ]

[ He won't do anything about the hand on his bare shoulder unless she moves to take it away. It's just nice, resting somewhere quiet with a familiar face. ]