Sasori smiled in return, although the expression was fainter on his face. “I’d like to try. I make every effort to maintain things, as Deidara can vouch---I pride myself on it.” He nodded as Ed continued speaking, retrieving a storage scroll containing some tools---those meant for the mechanical modifications in his work. (Projectiles, secret compartments, and additional joints were priority.) “It certainly looks heavy… If I come across anyone capable of fashioning something similar, I’ll pass word on.”

The puppeteer pulled out a chair and seated himself as well, selecting some instrument as he began to examine the automail in earnest. There was a silent nod in response to the comment on feedback, and Sasori found himself again appreciating what remained, regarding his sense of touch. Even with texture lost, there was still pressure, and temperature to a lesser degree…

With the automail opened before him, the older artist was too intent on his appraisal to spare more than a glance, again, over to his partner and Pride. For what it was worth, that glance spoke of the expectation that Deidara would continue to behave.This was extremely interesting, if moderately serious business, after all.