She nods, closing her eyes. This type of magic...she honestly hasn't worked very hard on it herself, if only because the opportunities to do so are so limited, to say nothing of how distasteful she finds it. But a willing participant is as good a time as any, for who knows when she'll need to protect herself in such a fashion?

While her arms rest at her sides, she shifts her focus onto what the magic lets her understand best: his heart rate, the steady flow of blood through him, the notions she can pull and manipulate that flow...perhaps, melded with her elemental powers, heat or cool it, too? But that's a bit advanced and dangerous for him. So for now...

For now, her fingers tense and curl, meaning to impose a sudden, leaden feeling in his arms in particular as she presses the notion that his hands ought to lift slowly out of their neutral state.