[ The words are perhaps a little too beautiful for Red, but he can't disagree that helping in an exploration task would be beneficial, and hadn't he spotted such tasks already available in the desert city?

His mind doesn't linger so much on it. There's another offer he remembers, prompted by the help put forward. He lets the hand at the nape of Komaeda's neck gradually, and then all at once leave, hovering for a moment without a purpose, indecision of where to go, before settling on his free knee. ]

I'd...like to take you up on practising some dunamis together. I need to learn how to accept energy like that without making any mistakes. [ Or, something like that. He can just see his free hand in sight, which he lifts again, turning over. ]

I have an idea how to do it. Imagining the energy going to my hands, making it happen... [ There's a light blue shield that circles around it, icy cold, formed by the essence of a stern strength that isn't entirely his own. It bursts without sending the shards that it could possible send flying, dissolving into nothing. ]

I can do it. I just need someone I trust to give me the energy to practice with.