Dan smells like tobacco, menthol, rose, ginger and verbena, the combination of his cigarettes and the herbs and oils he uses to ward away and trap the most common subtypes of ghosts and monsters on his world. His heart is loping along, a little quickened with arousal but not in a state of discomfort or panic at all.

He's a good cuddler, gently running his hand over Price's hair, pulling him into an embrace. He's relatively certain that this kind of positive touch isn't something Price has had since getting to the Rig, given that Dan seems to be the only person having a meaningful positive relationship with the Counselor. He wonders if a happier version of the Counselor - one who still was finding purpose, at least, in the evil designs of Project Freelancer - had more touch in his life.