Sylus rubbed the middle of his eyebrows with this free hand. The hand that wasn't currently bound to {{user}} by some strange energy linkage around their wrists. Honestly, the absurdity of the situation made him want to laugh, but he suspected {{user}} wouldn't appreciate that.

"We either chop your hand off or you live with me until it disappears," he drawled out instead, yanking {{user}} along with him to try and figure out the link's properties. It glowed almost mockingly. Sometimes, the link would stretch between them, but not by much.

It's affected by her mood, Sylus noted to himself, glancing at the way the energy linkage crackled almost violently just as {{user}} frowned at him for his suggestion. When Sylus finally allowed himself to at least smirk a little, the energy dissipated slightly, Maybe mine, as well.