"Now that is better, it sounds like you're asking for it" Galen works to quickly strip away the worn and dirty traveler's clothes, though he keeps the pendant and it's chain wound tightly around his forearm. Rapidly he reveals lean tightly corded musculature, not much room for fat, though once past the fair skin he's clearly inherited from his elven parent, he retains  the heavy bones of his human parent. As he approaches the bed, the wan light reveals a number of scars, from a long thick slash diagonally across his chest to what appears to be a jagged bite from something with incredibly bad dental work, making it look like he had a literal pound of flesh torn from his forearm by something with saw blades for teeth. In several other locations she can see smaller scars, more like slits where he's been on the business end of arrows and stabbing blades alike. Seems he's not always lived a safe life, nor always had access to the healing arts. A lustful grin crosses his lips, before he pounces upon her in the bed, fully prepared to fight it out in bed to come out on top of Alyx.