When she comes towards him, he almost backs away, but he's not nearly fast enough. Instead, he lets her take his hands which are still as warm as before - hot compared to the iciness of hers. The feeling of her dead body touching him is enough to make him squirm.

"I'm fine," he answers quickly. "Don't worry about me anyway..."

If he were thinking, he'd wonder why he was the one who was spared and she was murdered. Why would anyone...