He huffs out a breath at her touch, body going relaxed under the feel of her hand. It's nice. When he's human, touch from other humans means more. There are eddies and hidden messages and needs in it that he can't fathom, knows he misses entirely or misreads. As a wolf though? It's just touch. As simple and as pleasant as that. Nothing expected or offered that he needs to worry about not being able to return. And so, after a moment of simply enjoying the sun shine and the rub of her hand, he shifts over enough to drape his head over one of her thighs, slitting his eyes closed, even though his ears flip back just a little, as if asking if that's all right.