[ For a second, he interprets the hesitation as something similar to aversion, but seems to remember the circumstances of his first encounter with a raise of his brows and a brief shake of his head. He'd still press the issue about it not being a Good Idea to reveal so much skin if he didn't also acknowledge that her standards are probably completely different than his, so... there's a resigned furrow of his brows for her flippancy.

He accepts it, in his way.

But onto the issue of touch— ] Yeah. The rain stopped, and so did the extra energy. [ Proving this by reaching out and tucking his jacket slightly more insistently over her shoulders... ] My powers are under control. You seem to be the one with more to think about.

[ Hinting at her tail, mentioning it to note that he's noticed it. ]