He is a man who touches sparingly. His people are not a physically demonstrative one, and he is isolated, more so than even the usual. And now he breaks that subtle barrier: slides his hand onto Dean's neck in a gesture that's commanding and almost possessive. Steers him towards one of the booths that specialize in such things.

With his free hand, he toys with the two beads.

"And the thought of a crowd?" he asks. "Does that excite you?"