[like a good boy--or, at least a very careful one--he waits until the other man moves that step back and takes a breath, before he himself relaxes and lowers his hands. Nice and slow, no sudden moves.

And, to his credit, he doesn't seem to mind that they're still pretty close. He even moves his attention to his own shirt, running a hand over to smooth the wrinkles. It's expensive fabric, after all.]

Much better. ...Now, to answer a couple of questions that I'm sure are just eating you up-- yes, this is my tower. And no, I'm not the one who brought you here.