（ there are various bits of body language pieced together as tseng talks. a nod, at the increasing crescendo of impact play items. wax and ice, one shoulder levers up in something like a shrug. but electro-shock nipple clamps gets a broad grimace. he supposes — in a place where people are revived as a consequence of death — for all you snuff lovers out there, maybe — an arc of electric current across the heart probably isn't really all that big a deal in the long run. tseng strikes him as smart enough not to know to do that, but he also shouldn't assume that humanoids in his world have the same danger, or the same anatomy.

but knives — ah. ）

Restraints, knives... You throw another couple talents on the table, and you've got yourself a skillset most people don't come by honestly.

（ that, and the stirred interest in the back of his mind tells a story. but the words are said with a touch of wryness rather than judgment. after a moment, he gives tseng a little two-fingered wave. ）

Speaking from experience.