[ He's offering the hand, right? Zell places his fingers across Jim's wrist for a moment to feel a pulse. Then he'll drag them down to trace the palm lines to the star. ]

We have to keep them around in case any more show up that need to be taken down a notch. [ Pausing as he taps the star gently. ] We saw them there in the future.

[ Lifting his head to press a kiss against the tips of Jim's fingers. ]

There will probably be less of a demand until something happens.