His hand slipped up then, his body having heated most of the cold away from his finger as he took Bruce in hand, palmed him easily. But it was still strange: one finger of cold amongst four others that were inhumanly warm.

"Soon."

A flutter of fingers and he drew away his hand away, his eyes heating again, looking at his own finger. His body leaned up against Bruce's, holding him by the side to the wall, he smiled as he focused on the pointer before reaching down and running the barest touch of a line down one of the wounds on the other side.

"Very soon. But not yet."