Contrary to popular belief, his extra limbs could feel. Not in the usual sense, certainly, but... well, it was difficult to explain. He just sort of knew. Any sort of pain never registered as such - it would've been foolish of Grandfather Clock to give him a weapon that felt pain and made it a hindrance - but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that whatever he was handling was too hot, too cold, too strenuous, and he would act accordingly. They were a part of him, after all.

This, however, was something very, very new. He primarily used these mechanical arms for combat, and every human touch they encountered was jarring, swift, and messy. Saga's touch was soft and tentative (and rightfully so), and--- he couldn't quite place it, but it wasn't a bad feeling. Not by a long shot.

He raised his eyebrows, very slightly, the only indication that he felt anything at all. At least, until he spoke. He found himself sounding, much to his annoyance, slightly distracted, "...What does?"