His reaction was not insignificant. He let out a loud groan, a purely instinctive and positive tone while his head tipped back into the bed beneath him. The rest of him writhed and in slow fervor as if trying to display the answer rather than speak it aloud. It was going to drive him out of his mind, the simple touch amplified to one hundred and then set off by the sparks of Eli's power.

To be fair, he really did give it a try at answering. His moans were almost formed, words hanging off the edge of a grunt that never quite made its destination. It was like a wildfire being set off by a careless piece of ash floating on the wind, something small working its way up into such a powerful torrent flowing through him. It wasn't pain, but pure attention and tactile feedback did wonders in the softened state Shannon had found himself in.