[His expression softened a bit. It was sweet of her to say, but his own modesty more than made up for what she might be ignoring. If he wasn't so focused on the fact he looked so freakish, he might be pretty embarrassed about the fact he didn't have a shirt on. Or clothes at all, for that matter.] I... Okay. [Not that he went right back to staring, or anything, but her words did ease his mind a little.]
[In mirroring her gesture, he reached up with his hand... but as soon as the claws came into view, he curled his fingers into a fist, with a frown.]