Busy enjoying the fact that he has, you know, hands again, it takes Kiriya a moment to tune into the fact that he's been asked a question. Hands still raised, he turns enough to cock an eyebrow in her direction before the actual thing he's being asked settles in and he has to think about that for a bit instead.

"Still no sandpaper," he says finally, one corner of his mouth ticking upwards. "More like. Hm. A rule you've internalized to the point where you don't think about it anymore, you just do it." Then again he doesn't have a whole lot of interest in fighting her to begin with, so hard to say what it would feel like if it was an order he'd actually want to fight.

Experiments for later, maybe.