[He begins to roll up his sleeve, then, swiftly and neatly. His exposed arm is hilariously something of a rare sight, he's so often covered up by layers of some sort. Still, there it is, ready for a needle to pierce skin whenever she's ready.
He laughs.]
No. I'm not. Though you're thoughtful to have asked.
[There's something very amusing about the mundane nature of that question. Needles. The furthest thing from his mind that he would fear.]
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He laughs.]
No. I'm not. Though you're thoughtful to have asked.
[There's something very amusing about the mundane nature of that question. Needles. The furthest thing from his mind that he would fear.]