"I guess ye can't just hold me feckin' hand, now can ye?" There's a dry grumble, and he goes to unbutton the first few top ones of his shirt, undoing the collar enough to get it open.

It's enough to reveal a few of many scars, and the top of what almost appeared to be a very, very old brand, the skin smooth and shiny.

He doesn't allow the rest of it to be seen though, gesturing.

"This good enough?"