[Careful, deliberate unwinding, while he talks in the same even, measured tone.]

Hm. I could try to do this without touching you, [considering, you know, it's Tuesday and if Taako hasn't figured out about the sexy touch he's gonna have a real fun discovery]

But, really, that's contrary to the whole point of this.

[With a sudden, sharp gesture, the strip of cloth moves out and wraps around Taako's wrist. Aizawa tugs his hand back, to yank the other forward to where he can reach out and grab his other wrist with his hand. Skin-to-skin contact.]

And this seems more fun anyways.