[ darker . . . and as she removes her hand, lotor's lips twitching into a slight frown as she does. there's a silence, at her statement, before he shifts his hands to steady them against the bed, not taking her hand again, but also not moving away, either. ]

I suppose that makes some level of sense.

[ his tone is wry, not self-deprecating. ]

I also have the ability to do magic, now, so I can only imagine what proverbial can of worms that's going to open once I actively use it.