There's that spot on her shoulder and the nape of her neck, and basically anything having to do with the small of her back will curl her toes. She laughs a lot, but it's not at him, it's with him, and that makes the essential difference.

While objects in motion tend to stay in motion, people it would seem, inevitably come to rest. Lydia Martin is laying on his bed, her limbs tangled in his. She's naked, they're sweaty and satisfied, and reality might be questionable for him at the moment, but if he pinches himself or counts his fingers...it's not a dream.