[The nudge gets a soft, ticklish sound out of him, a faintly disbelieving laugh. She's solid flesh and bone, and her belief--that's something tangible, too.]

I... don't know how you did. [He says that quiet as a confession, then breathes out.] But I suppose an investigator has to have an eye for those things.

[Therion looks at her a moment, glances away, sighs, and drops his arms.]

If you want a... hug, or something. [-///-] I won't tell anyone if you don't.