"They do. It is an unknown. Given height and weight of a man, I can tell you exactly what his reach should be with a multitude of different arms. However... those," he gestured in the direction of the swirling shadows. "Those I have no understanding of. For all I know, they could kill me the same from ten paces as they could from fifty. Or they could simply tickle my balls until I give up. An unknown."<br/><br/>As she approached, his eyes wandered from her face down her body, taking in the odd markings that seemed to be slowly making themselves known on her pale skin. His head rested comfortably on his balled fist. Eyes came up and caught her looking down. There was no move to cover anything, or an ounce of shame when it came to his body or what he had to offer her. He knew he was "gifted", but the view provided more proof than boasting ever could. Wiping the juice of a small fruit he'd been nibbling at from his lips with his tongue, he stood when asked to move to the bed and did just that.<br/><br/>Climbing onto the bed on all fours, he centered himself among the white furs that were so common in the high mountains. The dark tan of his skin stood out against them, every ridge and contour enhanced by contrast. "So many promises. You'd better damn well make sure you're the best ever to climb atop me with all of the assurances you've laid across my lap." He'd been cockteased for hours by that point, and already he could feel a tiny bit of soreness in his lower abdomen.<br/><br/>"Ready as I'll ever be, little one."