Is... is he being flirted with? He finds, after her fingers trailed along his, that he regrets having let go of her hand. Her gaze and the way she stands so near has him flustered and bashful, yes, but more than that, he's realising an odd, unplaceable hunger is stealing over him.

He's so very touch-starved, after all. He'll put two and two together soon enough, and likely be horribly embarrassed at his own needs and instincts and the potential they'd have of imposing anything on another person. But for now it seeps out in unconscious ways, making him push his hand through his hair slowly.

"It is. Welcoming, I mean. Well, to most people. Especially strangers. Everyone finds visitors so interesting that they probably won't give you a moment's peace." A slightly nervous laugh follows this. He's conflicted--a part of his mind doesn't want her to go away, but another part is fearful of what being seen with him would mean for her. Nothing good, surely. Even if they are in a nearly-unfrequented part of town.

He takes a deep breath. "I, uh... I gotta warn you, though. I don't... I don't have the best reputation. It... might not be good for you if you're seen with me. The villagers, they... some of them really don't like me and I don't want you to end up hurt because of me...."