"I'm a bad influence, what can I say?" Cayde grinned, the bright glow from behind it and the slight brightening of his optics making it seem downright impish. The tingling across his fingers and the numerous sensors that made up for an organic nervous system still wasn't enough to be outright uncomfortable, almost like summoning Arc power, even if that memory was distant. He much preferred Solar's heat, even if it did seem counterintuitive underwater.

"-also, ouch," he added, not quite pouting at the mention of Ikora. "Look, you wanna blow something up or race, make up your mind- here let's do both, race you to the bar, ready, set, go-"

Abruptly he released Tony's hand then, whipping his tail about to take advantage of any hesitation the other might have had to taunt him with some space between them.