The upward movement of his fingers is definitely noticed, but he does nothing to discourage her yet. He's better used to casual touch than he was back when he first arrived in the summer.

It's easiest to loiter in front of some of the artwork while keeping an ear open to the daily trials and tribulations of the citizenry and minor officials. They stop near a pretty indoor fountain cut in stone and shaped like a simplified symbol of one of the Arcana, though he's not as familiar with them as to say which. Magic clearly powers the fountain, a casual use of such spellcraft that also shocked him when he was first Summoned. Now, he takes such feats mostly in stride. Fish swim in a 'pond' at the base, and he's not quite sure if they're real or illusions.

He's always wanted to stick his hand in the water and find out.

"Is Abraxas very different from your own world?" he asks, glancing up from the fish. He doesn't know much about where she's arrived from.