[ her words aren't a lie. he's able to discern that much, not just from her tone, but everything else he gathers from her too. it's enough where whatever quirk of his lips remain even as the warmth dissipates as their arms naturally draw close and then apart with each of their steps. it's true she wasn't the only one feeling greedy, but he supposed since he's been this patient already, another minute or two wouldn't hurt.

the thought makes him chuckle softly. though, out of context it could seem like it's in regards to her words. no one said it couldn't be both, however. ] Since you seem to know me so well, we don't need words anymore, do we?

[ just like that, a red-black mist appears and the door to the armory opens as if prompted on command. his eyes flicker back to her face. ] Can you fight even while holding my hand? [ he draws her hand up, placing it against his chest for a second, before he peels away. giving them both the space to face the spirit head-on. ]