He automatically reaches up to cradle Hank's face in his hands as well, stroking his beard. For just a moment, he closes his eyes, as if by cutting off one of his senses he can more fully enjoy the sensation of it, and of Hank's hands on his own skin in turn.

"I'll let you take the mask off, sure," he says, although he has no idea how a mask and a villain might be connected. It's just one of those Hank things. "Leave the rest."

It's only a couple of hours, tops, it's really not that long, and he knows that logically, but that doesn't make it easier to let go with a quick, "See you later," or to turn his back on him to get to the other end of the hall, hoping against hope nobody happened to be paying attention to the store cupboards.