[It totally counts as mana exchange. So enjoy your Grail mud, I guess; I assume there's some kind of semi-pleasant burning(?!) in exchange -- even if she'd felt like rainbows and roast beef, though, it wouldn't have placated Nora much... He's a brick wall like that.

Speaking of brick walls, though...]

Please, please... You're all the same! I'm never going to say it.

[Strangled or unfortunately bondaged, one of the two, since considerably more than his neck is wrapped up in the shawl at this point. Also, he's still smirking, even if he's also trying to wriggle away from her thighs because he is not the horse here, Caren?? And also her mana trying to turn him into a hotdog.

His assertion, though, is all steel no matter what's on top of him or what's coming. If he didn't give in to the dreaded please in a life-or-death situation, he's not going to give in to it in a... he's not sure what situation this is, but whatever.]