Gabriel's grin remained fixed. "Yeah, that's right. Just... let go but not of your control, just the confines of your body." He took a step back. "Try reaching out with your Grace, through your hand. Touch my hand with yours like I'm doing to you." He brushed it against Jim's ear like a finger, his control surgical.
"And be gentle, I don't wanna break your wall," he added. "Though, if I do, I guess we can put it back together again. Now let me feel that awesome power of yours." His tone was light, encouraging, casual. He was giving nothing away, mostly because he was still deciding where it would go.