[Immediately, Dion's head shifts into that trailing hand. He is as touch-starved as ever, hungering for that specific, gentle touch. The corner of his mouth twitches, forming a contented smile. Unfortunately, that contentment does mean that those very eyes close. Sorry, Joshua.]

I shall have to see for myself. [He makes no effort to visit the mirror. He's far too pleased like this.] But I am glad that you think it so. Not that I would remove it if it did not.

[His eyes open once more, dancing with held back mirth.]

It is a precious gift, after all.