Howl is as incapable of going too far as he is surviving without oxygen. But despite immediately starting to plot something new in his head, he nods slightly in agreement.

"Using the tip of two fingers," he begins, moving his hand to his other thigh to spread it wider as well, "trace the circumference of the base clockwise. That will activate the spell."

Or so he'd been told, at least. Howl watches Iramaat intently, just as eager to see her reaction. His palm pets the inside of her leg encouragingly, gliding across the short fur.