"Okay, okay, touchy," he pulls his hand back, and is shameless enough to look disappointed. He's not sure he's heard a no so strong and definitive since he'd first tried to touch Lan Zhan's headband. Though, at least this time he hadn't gotten his hand slapped. If he ever stopped to think about it, he might notice a habit, of touching things he shouldn't, but it's one of those thoughts that's there and gone as quickly as it'd come.

"On the metal things," he clarifies, "the implants. Like, how they make them, and how they react to your..."

He reaches for the word for a moment, "...electrical impulses, what kind of metal they use, that kind of thing."