For Science

SAMUEL Sam wrinkled his nose, disappointed, at the absolute lack of anything that had happened after he'd cut himself for it. Putting his thumb in his mouth and sucking off the last of the tasteless fluid he watched Remi poke at it then tried it himself - the cube moved easily. No change to the weight. "I think..." Sam began, taking his thumb from his mouth. "That maybe it really is just the weight of it that is special. I wonder...if I am holding it...do you think you could knock me over?" This honestly was not something he massively wanted to test out (he may have had advanced Ascended strength but Remi was still a fit man) but it would prove a use for the object. "How about..." Holding the cube in one hand he leaned forward onto the counter with his other elbow, holding out his hand as if challenging Remi to an arm wrestle. He hoping holding hands would not be such an issue if it were for competition. "Try to move my arm? I could win a lot of prizes at the Rathskeller with this if it's true." Sam smiled and wiggled his fingers, enticing Remi to participate. I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again