Without his armor, the touch is much more direct. His wings flutter faster, his nerves showing through in the one part of his body he can't redirect to something else. After a moment, he sighs.

"I really am transparent, aren't I..." Everyone had figured out he wasn't the slightest bit evil long before he'd been ready to admit it, too. He shifts a bit in his seat, but when he puts a hand over Dante's, it isn't to push it off of him. Without gloves, it's evident that his body is slightly warmer than that of a human, but there's something distinctly human-like in the gentleness of his grip.