[She reaches for his hands and he gives them to her, wondering why she's gripped his wrists instead. Maybe she wants to show him a move she knows. There's lot of wrist techniques out there, he's even used one of them on her. He hopes she forgot about that by now.]

I would. It's yours to command now, just as my blades are my power passed on from Childe. You're not borrowing it, after all.

[He looks down, the cool of the cryo that had just been in her hand reminding him of home.]

So, are you going to show me something, comrade?

[The word falls out of his mouth without thinking about it, but he's waiting to see what she'll do with his wrists here.]