[ Brows raised, Arcade glances back at him. The dubious edge that colors the look melts away in his consideration, as he assesses both Danse and the glass in his hand. ]

Maybe you should let it be more often.

[ He did ask for it, but if Danse is going to assume he regrets that, now, well. He's definitely only getting one-way telepathy out of this deal. (Which is confirmation Arcade is grateful for, honestly.)

He shrugs as he pours himself a glass, waving away the suggestion with one of his free hands. ]

It's impossible not to get some practice in, the longer I'm stuck with these, but my fine motor control is still a far cry from that kind of precision. I'd much rather stick to lower stakes activities, for now.