"Thank you," he says, trying to look back up at her face again. It does not help that his gaze got caught momentarily somewhere in between. (His brows furrow for a moment though, thinking that is an awfully strange name for a search parameter...)

"Though it might be difficult... to force myself to deactivate it," he admits, flashing her an almost nervous half-smile. "It is..."

He trails off. He really cannot find a sufficient word.

"...Really something."

He looks back down at the hand that is rubbing his thigh. His own hand, the one closest to it, twitches a couple of times, and he slowly lifts it off the mattress. Swallowing, he gingerly touches River's hand, cherishing the pleasant feeling of her skin against his fingertips.