The Fool allows his hands to be taken, looking at his fingers as they curl against Devin's palms. What an unexpectedly gentle touch his lover has; doubtless few others in Aifaran would believe it even if the Fool was of a mind to share it. (He isn't. Not yet.)

He draws in a slow breath, lets it out, then gently lifts his hands from Devin's to tug that ever present soft leather glove from his hand. As soon as his silvered fingertips are in view, he looks to them, and then to Devin. "I believe I told you something about this strange, borrowed magic," he says quietly into the space between them. "King Verity used it to pour his soul into a stone dragon that he carved with his own hand. But he was also born with this silver in his blood. It enabled him to speak into the minds of other men, among other things. Mine is an overly simplistic explanation, I'm sure."

A pause, and he reaches for his glove again to replace it. "My talents are nothing in comparison, but with a physical touch..." He lifts a shoulder in a slight shrug. "Now, it seems the turtle and I have a connection."