"...steal your arm? Goodness no. Keep your arm on, it's fine. Incredible metal, not one I've seen before but," her fingers are delicate against the metal as she determined if it could be magically manipulated and then nodded after a few moments. "I'm fairly sure I can fix it if something goes wrong. You've nothing to worry about with me."

Her smile is soft as she lays a hand against the prosthesis, looking up at him for a moment.

"I promise I shan't steal your arm, not now or ever," she says quietly like it's some sort of oath of fealty. "In any case," her voice drops into something gently teasing, "I think there's some sort of rule against arm-snatching after one shares coffee."