Even with his inhibitions lowered, his reaction time slowed, and his mood warmer and fuzzier than his everyday wear, Soren tenses as the hand draws near. Before Cú has the chance to lay a finger on him, Soren snatches it.

"A little too eager to take my hand, aren't you?" he quips with a sigh, then sets their linked hands down on the table to let him go. "Promising, but..." He shakes his head, maintaining a more lighthearted mien that decorates how serious he is about it. "I'm afraid I'd prefer that you settle to look rather than touch with such wanton abandon. If we Bonded, on the other hand... I might cultivate a different attitude about it."