"A being made 800 years ago from pure desire," Ankh stated, making a bit of a flourish with his fingers; or at least as much of a flourish as you could make when you were just an arm.

"My normal body's not made of flesh and blood, but that," He pointed down at the unconscious body on the floor that he had abandoned, "is the body I've been using out of convenience. So next time don't go trying to break my damn hand off!" He...turned? to look at Cain again, flicking his fingers out of him as he shouted.