"Well," he began glancing back. "You could hold mine if you'd like." A nice, tidy way of avoiding answering a question. The hallway only bothered him some, though the eyes followed his movements the hands never grabbed at him. Often they only reached for his passengers, which often ended up being some sort of senshi.

He really needed to knock it off.

When Typhon's grip tightened he instinctively reached back to keep a good hold on him. Couldn't have him losing contact mid-transport! He had no idea what could happen.

And he blinked, and they were gone.