Touch is not something he is accustomed to. Not from strangers in the hall he's randomly passing. Even if it's not a total stranger.

The hand on him makes him literally jerk backward, his wings flaring, haggard features twisting into an expression of sudden, startled fear. One hand goes for his kusari before he forcibly calms himself, moving to stand a few feet away.

"Don't do that."

It's quiet, more calm than he actually feels. He barely manages to keep the words polite, instead of a sharp snapping order.

"I'm fine."