Telepaths were messy - Sven had met a few of them and his distaste was only matched by his hatred of brussel sprouts and deadbeats.
It was nice to see that Mark wasn't flinching away, Sven hoping it had to do more with him than his power, but figured that might not be all that accurate. "Oh yeah, I do. It's a good stress reliever."
Sven unbuttoned his coat and brought his right arm out, the thin material of his long-sleeved shirt not hiding the bulge of muscle. "Go 'head, see for yourself." He flexed expectantly.