Hm. Not an ideal answer. Also not surprising.

With doubt written across his face, he watches the attempt and decides to interrupt it before it might even consider reaching completion. His hand lands upon the other man's wrist, gentle, but firm in its purpose: Stop.

Setting the torch down on the altar, he then turns to offer his back to him, kneeling. "It'll be faster," he explains.

It'll spare whatever energy you've got left, he doesn't say, for when it really matters.