D'Artigo tightened his grip on Miv's hand. "Please... don't be afraid of my speeches... I've gone through rough times, and it has affected me. I'm looking for a meaning. I don't want to lose everything again."
D'Artigo's hand was like lightning, darting up and grabbing Miv by the wrist with an iron grip. However, this must have been pure reflex, as he immediately loosened his grip... however, he did not let go.
"Pale Rose. I have an exposed forehead. If you desire your lips to caress my facial skin, then do so there. You will get reciprocation later... However, my face is to remain hidden under this mask. Please, respect that..."
D'Artigo gingerly pulled on Miv's arm, trying to get her hand off of his mask.