[ No, the touch isn't comforting or reassuring — Eggsy doesn't know what it is, exactly, but he finds it difficult to keep his flush from spreading down his throat in reaction to her, ah, exploration. Again, he considers how divergent her behaviour is from the VR, especially when he's hardly clothed. Hard not to think, then, of how close they were in the cave and of how pleasant it might feel to touch her like that again. With his thoughts scattering, and her fingers inching near his neck, he ought to shake her off.

Yet pulling away seems impossible, especially when her answer proves more vulnerable than he expected. Perhaps she is from another time, making her transition to this world uniquely difficult. Regardless, he recognises the feeling of uncertainty. ]

That ain't easy. [ It's his way of saying I'm sorry without invoking pity. He closes his hand over hers, flattening her palm against his chest. After a moment, he tugs her hand away from his skin, holding it captive to brush his fingers over her knuckles. ] Even though I get the feeling you'll figure something out. [ Clever and intrepid as she is. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth tick up over a delightfully bold idea. ]

[ in a drawl: ] 'Course I'm around, if you ever want a wingman. [ He lifts her hand to his lips, smiling into the chaste kiss. ] Madam Lutece.

[ It's witty 'cause he's acting posh around someone who unironically introduced herself as Madam. He doesn't know whether he hopes she laughs or blushes. Any reaction would be thrilling, when she appears so composed. ]