As much as that touch made his heart speed up a little (he was a gay man being touched by a beautiful gay man, after all), he kept himself in check and just smiled. Gently, he rested a hand on that one on his knee for a moment to give it a squeeze before letting go. As long as he was on this case? He couldn't even dream of seeking anything. Not to mention that Dal had his own life to live when all this was done.

So complicated.

But the gesture was what mattered and he put his glasses back on after. "It's nice to be appreciated. Even if that isn't why I do this."