[ In turn Alec reaches out to catch Henry by the wrist. Gently. ]

Ah-ah. No touching. If you smudge something, I might get turned into paste, and nobody wants that. Least of all me.

[ He lets him go after a moment. ]

Around the prison. I can't tear holes in reality like you can, but I can connect two points in the same reality. Think of it like a network of tunnels. My own little shortcuts.