"I guess so," Tyki said wryly. "It takes conscious concentration to use my powers, now, whereas before it was the other way around. It used to be that if I didn't choose to touch something, I didn't."

He shrugged faintly. "I'm getting better at holding it than I was at first, otherwise it wouldn't be safe to hold the teases inside me, or fight the akuma. But it's not perfect." He touched the wound on his arm in illustration.