[Whoa, he reels back a bit when she moves. Enjoy your personal space while it lasts.]

It's like a... a curtain. Kind of. Feels almost like...

[A little less hesitant this time, he reaches out to paw at the empty air between them again. He gets distracted by waving his hand back and forth for awhile.]

... The world is so colourful and beautiful... [He holds out his hands like he's catching something out of the air, then brings the handful of absolutely nothing to his face. It looks like it smells good?

Except then he starts licking his hand, so...]

Your flowers taste a bit like mint. [In case anyone wanted to know.]