Murmuring a polite but hushed affirmative, Connor had a sense he should have been doing more with his hands. They existed for human--or goddess--use, just like every other part of him, after all. What he wanted to do with them wasn't important, but...

His dark eyes caught the light in her golden hair, and he ran a few fingers through the waves. He gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, feeling the fine texture between them. Warm. Soft. An innate part of him could acknowledge what human men found so appealing.