It had been surprisingly soft. The touch reminiscent of a brush of wind from the sea; warm, barely present, only a hint of the power the touch could hold. He had wanted to chase after the feeling, that had been the only true thought that had crossed his mind in the moment. He wanted to see what that soft touch could turn in to, wanted to know what had caused that blinding smile to grace the room. It couldn’t possibly have been something as simple as a gift.