Artemis let out an annoyed sigh, continuing to frown. "I'm starting to think that you're some sort of masochist," he muttered.

He looked as though he was in thought for a moment, before holding out the palm of his hand. A small, swirling ball that looked almost like condensed cloud formed there-- he had learnt a few things in the time he was gone, it would seem. He reached to grab one of Adra's wrists and placed the ball in his palm, certain that the other man would notice the way it pulsed with energy.

"It's probably not much, but I'm not letting you say no."