Mayt smiles at Sasha, shifting a little closer. "I guess it works differently for different people." He says softly, his hands still holding onto hers. "Motions for me would be useless, unless I'm say, extending my arm to reach something so I could affect it. Like, if I wanted to hurt you, which I don't, right now I could only do it to your hand. But, if I put my arm, say, here," He moves the hand that was on top of her's to her shoulder. "I can affect more of you. Any other kind of hand motion would be more detrimental than helpful." He gives her another smile, and doesn't let go of her hand nor move his other from her shoulder.

Chuckling as Sasha told him she already make ice keys for her own room, Mayt gave her hand a squeeze. "Sorry, just a thought, I used to sometimes break into houses. More to just defy the rules than do harm. I'd leave a note on how easy the place was to break into and take no more than forty gems every time I broke in." He shrugged. "It gave me something to do, as well as something for the townsfolk to try and do better at, though they probably didn't see it that way. My parents at the time eventually figured me out and made sure my windows stayed shut, and changed the keys to the house. I still found my ways out though. An ability like yours would've been really useful for something like that, but it wouldn't have made it as fun." He shrugs again, moving a little closer. "Just a thought that went through my head, nothing more."