[thickly, and grateful for Cross passing out] Right.
[going back to what he was doing, then; he reaches for the first candle. the barrier keeps him three or so inches from Cross's skin, but surely the long length of his claws don't count]
[and they slide in, unhindered by the barrier; he gets them around the first candle and pulls. now the next candle, quick, got to get them all out]