He doesn't mind his hands being held. They're not particularly extraordinary hands, pale and somewhat knobby beneath long black sleeves, but they are warm and available. If it is something he can provide to soothe a tormented soul, he will do so without complaint. With a slight smile, he replies, "Believe in me when I say, I was not very enthused by the feast."

He sits down as well, unconcerned with returning to the festivities.

"... Would you like to talk about it? I've practiced being a good listener."