"Not really!" Spinister snorts, almost radiating smugness at the way Tarn just straight up slumps under his fingers. "I'm a surgeon, not an inventor. I can figure out stuff that already exists, not make new stuff. Poor imagination and all that!"

"... Or poorly managed imagination?" he mutters, mostly to himself, pinching a cable and setting it delicately back in it's rightful spot with a practiced twist of his wrists. "I don't remember. Krok talked about it lots anyways. He's a historian, but sometimes he's pretty okay at the psychology stuff too."

"Now," he grabs a handful of Tarn's threads and shoves his fingers somewhere unmentionable with a disgusting squelch. "Hold still."