There really wasn't much to hold on to. His hand was skeletal and thin, but strong. Clothed in a silk glove to keep any sharp ends from catching anywhere. He couldn't really feel much other than a faint pressure in his hand, but it was enough to remind him to keep his grip gentle.

"I can te-tell! This one is a-a-about a suspender man who played the banjo. Be-be-best banjo player in the whole wide world."