She squeezed his hand with a smile. She'd had her doubts about it not doing damage to him, but he knew his body better than her. Instead there's a soft chuckle at the peck on her cheek, "I know," she murmured softly. She didn't think he was belittling her worry. And she definitely knew he was frustrated - as frustrated as she was, wanting to touch the person they loved.

Her smile faltered briefly at the reminder of when she actually did hurt him back when Vohlran kidnapped her, and she heaved a sigh, burying her face against him. She didn't want to hink about that - even though she was the one who brought it up. "Yeah... now though, I don't have to worry about hurting you." She snugged her arms around him more securely, "Unless you want me to?" By which of course she means through bites, scratches and hairtugs.