It takes him a few seconds, both to keep from jerking away from the unexpected contact, and then to pull in enough to make her...embrace...a little easier on her. He closes his own eyes, still not sure if he was going to stay or flee, although the longer the electricity danced between them, the more inclined he was to stay. Finally, he lets his forehead fall on hers, even though he'd yet to reach out with his hands.

"...I wasn't always so low class." It was a statement as well as a quietly humorous poke at himself, "It doesn't work out as well when it's the hunter that sounds like he's the one from high society, though. There are banter standards you have to keep up."