That's such a casually logical answer that Vahvuus finds it very, very easy to swallow, so after a moment he at last manages to close the distance between them and accept Sorey's offered hand. It's warm, he notices. He's used to the cool consistency of his element, but every time Sorey touches him, those casual pats to his shoulder, or gentle proddings, and now this- warm, every time.

He's not so sure about partners yet, but the idea of not just being a weapon? He likes it. And if he's allowed to like things, then...

"Then... we will be partners."