"What, you can go two thousand years without a touch, but now you're impatient?" Tannusen smiled, one of his lopsided actual smiles that lacked any of that careful polish. "I'm flattered."

And also, a tease.

"Do you know how rarely I touch someone without my gloves on?" the tiger asked, and stoked his fingers across Cassian's cheek. He leaned a little closer, his eyes half-closing. "Shut your eyes, Cassian."