Now Ienzo did laugh; there was something adorable about the way Demyx used his fins to add emphasis to his emotions... Even if he was attempting to appear stricken in that current moment...

"Alright, I believe you," he chuckled, humoring his friend. Ienzo was then nudged as the Mer twists out of his lap and into a new pose. He takes a moment to marvel at the eel-like flexibility of Demyx's sinewy body, though he tilts his head at the pause that follows.

When Demyx's fingers close around (and dwarf) his palm, Ienzo can't help odd mix of awe and wonder that sets into his chest. The brush of his claw sets his skin tingling.

"Right," he breathes out. He lifts his gaze meeting Demyx's eyes. "So if it's like a cut to my finger...it'd definitely smart for a while, then,"

Ienzo looks thoughtful, finding he's not in a hurry to take his hand back. Demyx was warmer than he thought he'd be, skin smooth and just a little damp. Though Ienzo found he wasn't repulsed by the sensation at all.

His eyes wander back to the lures, the hand not clasped in Demyx's own drifting close to the pretty, glowing baubles at the end of the filaments. Though Ienzo stops himself before he touches them again.

"They certainly look delicate...Are they sensitive?" he looks sheepish, hoping the poke from before hadn't caused any discomfort.