[He is impressively smooth in withdrawing his hand the moment he starts to feel his skin burn from the residual light and offers a charming, lipped smile.

He politely folds his arms behind his back to hide any disturbance on his skin and offers her a bow.]

You might say that. Frankly, I am surprised you figured that out -- though I suppose my reaction gave me away, hm?

[He adds some teeth to that smile.]

Kenneth, madam.