A roll of her eyes, lips twitching. "You don't trust me?" she questioned. "I'm hurt."
Arms unfolded, lifting up the sleeve he'd indicated first. "Nothing up this sleeve..." She had no problem baring some skin. "Nothing there either." Hand rested over his gently moving it for a moment to lift her shirt up slightly, baring a creamy expanse of skin.
"For the record, there's about an even dozen, though I might have missed one or two."