[ automatically, he reaches out to touch the exposed hand. no, just metal. he spares vanadi an incredulous look, biting back a grin and completely failing to contain it. ]
What, that's it? [ his attention drifts back to vanadi's hand; he tugs on the edge of his sleeve, trying to pull it upwards. ] How far does it go?
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What, that's it? [ his attention drifts back to vanadi's hand; he tugs on the edge of his sleeve, trying to pull it upwards. ] How far does it go?