There's a faint flicker of a smile at her when she comes closer, and he lets her move her hands however she wants without complaint. The position she puts them in feels weird, but not wrong. Just not what he's used to.

"I know, I know. But I'm pretty sure we've both had enough variety to last a lifetime." He looks down at the trident. "So now that I'm holding it maybe-right, what do I do with it?"