"And you will work on it, Zafika." Garrot sounds warm and kind, though the word will has about as much cut as a military knife. He sees a problem, and they're going to fix it. Together. "We'll both be fine, I mean I'll just use my guys..." He snaps his fingers, and there's a little puff of golden-bronze smoke. Nothing happens, no Garrots appear, but it doesn't seem hard for him to use.

"They ignore some pain, and they tap out when it's too much, so they'll be fine." He chuckles to himself for a moment, and then he leans in a few inches, sliding back into concern. Accidents are a scary thing, given the topic! "I won't do anything in crowds," because the scene caused in private was bad enough, "and there'll be at least two of me whenever I try to startle you, so if something goes wrong I can keep everything... calm." He nods, acknowledging that he's just as responsible for whatever happens as they are.

"Is... is all that okay with you?" If Garrot's going to trigger a trained assassin's twitchy reflexes, he's going to make sure that Zafika's okay with whatever he's gonna try. Plus, this could be a great way to work on training his power!