" 'Right then."

It only took a few seconds to shrug out of a jacket and unbutton his shirt. Despite all the irritation and turmoil,being stripped of modesty, well...shedding clothes wasn't the issue. The dark blue shirt ended up wadded into a ball and tossed in the vicinity of the nearest chair,leaving Mikhael to lounge back on his elbows across the mattress.

The movement wasn't meant to be so much enticing,as to allow Serene a decent view of what he'd tried to say. Being fair-skinned came with the territory, but it showed off every trace of scarring inflicted by the Aurelian heirarchy in his flesh.

" So, are damaged goods really all that appealing,Princess? ", Mik's tone was flat despite the obvious challenge in expression," Y'know how difficult it is to make us scar for a day,let alone a century."