Vahvuus feels the urge to disagree - feeling grateful is a new thing, and he wants to indulge in every new emotion or thought process as long as he's permitted - but he doesn't want to start a fight over it. He looks down, fingers twisting together in front of himself, resistance warring stubbornly with the chains around his soul that he knows, he knows are the laws of the Abbey, buried deep where even Sorey's words can't reach. His leash is a little longer than it was, that's all. It's an important change, and one he'll be testing now that he knows he can.

But a leash is still a leash.

"Please don't... misunderstand this. Our roles have been decided- you are still the exorcist, and orders are orders. Continue to use my powers as you've been taught." His brows furrow, feeling it out- searching for the voice within that tells him what to do, finding none, wondering what that means. "...I... I will tell you when I... want something. I'll speak more freely. I'll be your... your partner."