She's lucky he didn't just grab her and hug her. He does reserve his physical displays of affection a little bit.

"Is that one of his?" he asks, peering at it. He wishes he had the senses he'd need to feel if there's any sort of psionic field coming off it, or at least a sonic screwdriver with which to scan it. Failing that, it would be nice to at least be able to whip out his brainy specs, but he doesn't exactly carry those around in his pajama pockets.