Normally, the staring at his forearm would make him uncomfortable, and make him want to hide as much as possible. However, he knows that Harry knows what used to be there, so it's not like he had anything to hide from him. He really appreciated the change of subject though, touched that Harry respected his boundaries this much. It was refreshing.<br/>"So there are some pros at being pale?" He asked with a smirk, and took yet another sip from his wine, realising that his glass already was half-empty. He started to swirl the wine around in his glass again, finding the action soothing.<br/>He softly bit his bottom lip, before leaning forward again, and placing his glass back on the table. "I know you are probably wondering what I want covered, and that you probably are right in what you think I want covered," he said with a shrug, before starting to roll up his left sleeve. The Mark had never been pretty, but ever since the Dark Lord was killed, then it had only gotten worse. What had once been and intricate design was now mostly just a scar in the vague shape of what had once been a skull and a snake. It wasn't pretty.