Cayde is very still, which has been his default response to touch this whole time. There has been no unnecessary contact and Peter's made it as non-weird for him as possible but it's still something he's extremely unaccustomed to.

"...Yeah," he confirms. He gives his jaw another waggle, just to be sure. "Feels right. Jury's not totally in until I've hit a mirror, but I'm absolving you of responsibility for my vanity. We'd be here all night."

Delivering self-owns aside, Cayde seems glad. This is the most at ease Peter's seen him, because he's finally not faking it.

"If there's nothing else..." He tilts his head significantly. "I'd like to get a little more pants and a little less Roman."