[Between the touch and satisfaction of dragging a nice response out, his breath falls a little heavier, definitely faster. And he craves any intimacy or contact more than he wants to admit, so he leans into Thancred's hands, and runs one of his own up his side and around to hold by his shoulder blade.

While he's covered in scars now from Betrayal, normally having a body that heals so thoroughly, his own hands are probably surprisingly soft.]