[ His head is still spinning. A bath and a change of clothes would be nice...but his face flushes and he scoots back. ]
Thanks, but I can undress myself.
[ He holds out his hand in what he hopes is a calming gesture, knowing that he's dealing with a possessive beast...and then peels off the remains of his coat and shirt. Much to his relief, the scratches are nothing more than thin red lines. ]
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Thanks, but I can undress myself.
[ He holds out his hand in what he hopes is a calming gesture, knowing that he's dealing with a possessive beast...and then peels off the remains of his coat and shirt. Much to his relief, the scratches are nothing more than thin red lines. ]
See? It's nothing. I'm not hurt.