"Okay, okay, but we're talking about the grenade thing once this is all settled." Ty stated, reaching out again for the knife, focusing on it wholly. He wasn't sure he could feel the difference between metals, but this particular one felt malleable enough, tempered. Slowly, as he drew his hand back, the knife started to come along with it, shaking like a newborn fawn the whole time. He only exhaled when it was fully out of the tree, tentatively reaching for it.

The only problem seemed to be once he had grasped onto it, it stuck to his hand like a magnet, even when he tried to shake it off.

"I'd call it progress." Ty said with a slightly sheepish grin, holding his hand and the knife back out to the other man.