"It... it is difficult. Sometimes."

A hand on his chest--Bruno's greatest weakness... well, one of them. The warmth of her hand seeps through his clothes and he leans into the touch without even realising it, instinctively craving more. A small part of his mind wonders why he's suddenly breathless, why his skin hungers.

"I think I'd like that," he says quietly, almost dreamily. Even just a conversation, as long as she'll continue to touch him. Maybe even hold him. Maybe more.