[He watches her, waiting until she does as he's suggested before he moves up toward the arch. It's not until he's standing right before it that he drops the mask he uses on Earth, the one his terrible visage hides behind, and he reaches out to press a finger tip through the reflective surface which he attempts to not look at himself.
Except it doesn't pass through. Instead, he draws his hand immediately back at the sensation of an electric shock, his appearance returning to his typical handsome visage as he shakes the limb.]
Or maybe it can hurt after all. We've got a live one. [He looks over at her.] No dice.
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[He watches her, waiting until she does as he's suggested before he moves up toward the arch. It's not until he's standing right before it that he drops the mask he uses on Earth, the one his terrible visage hides behind, and he reaches out to press a finger tip through the reflective surface which he attempts to not look at himself.
Except it doesn't pass through. Instead, he draws his hand immediately back at the sensation of an electric shock, his appearance returning to his typical handsome visage as he shakes the limb.]
Or maybe it can hurt after all. We've got a live one. [He looks over at her.] No dice.