His response at first is a quiet laugh, absent. Mind elsewhere. So long as she was stroking his hair, he was rooted, eyes half-lidded in utter bliss.

"...Hm...?" Oh. The light in here had gotten a bit more on the white-yellow side, it seemed. If someone turned on a lantern somewhere and they hadn't noticed, he needed to give them a talking to about disturbing people's privacy.

Then his peripheral noted his hand, the fine gold that radiated from it. His eyes snapped open, quickly turned back to hers.

"I- oh- that's... hold on." Too bright, maybe? Give him a second to quiet that down with a thought. How does he explain that away?

"Ahaha- kinda wish I got goosebumps like everyone else, but nnnope! I just turn into a bit of a night light."