The warlock nodded his head and moved to hop on the nearby bed, "Ah, misunderstanding. Matter of, as you say wound, is not private. In home country no one ask because no one care to know." Taking off his jacket, shirt and undershirt to reveal a rather plain looking body which seemed neither fit nor unhealthy. But what covered the body may be troubling, small scars dotted Artyom's body, some seemed self-inflected, some were spell-burns and others clear claw marks. Even has the student began to unravel the old gauze, the nurse could see the mercurial markings running from the very tips of his fingers running down to the right side of his hip, precisely where a small book was housed. These markings slithered just beneath the skin, forming half shapes or words before shifting into formless ink again.<br/><br/>Artyom tried his best to remain still as the nurse overlooked him, "Gauze does not cover wound but pact mark of demon partner. Do not worry, markings cannot hurt you unless spell is used. The demon does not like sharing it's knowledge and power readily so it requested that it keep part of it in me."<br/>He awkwardly scratched his head with his free hand, "What more do you wish to know?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>