See? He totally could have done better at expressing himself, there.

He huffed out some psionic crackle that was more or less a sigh, leaning his face against her hand slightly.

//I mean... it'd almost be tempting to just... not bother, for once.// His hand reached up and one finger tapped lightly at the wrappings over his chest. //Hardly worth any of th'fuss. But tempting.//

How did bags of ice keep in your Netherverse, Raven?