...Well, that was certainly a surprising request.  Eyes widened slightly and blushing a little, Ellen was at a loss to speak for a few seconds.  He... wanted to...?  Really?<br/><br/>Fortunately, after those few seconds were up, she burst out laughing, rather than getting offended Dexter's request.  It was, she supposed, not all that unreasonable, when you got right down to it, and it wasn't like he'd actually be getting a feel of anything...<br/><br/>"Sure, I think I'd be alright with that."  She responded, still grinning from her bout of laughter.  "It'll have to just be one of my arms, though.  I couldn't give you good access to the rest of me without taking my clothes off."<br/><br/>And, standing up, she left her armor behind in her chair, standing before the young man in nothing but the simple white clothing she always wore.  Next, one sleeve was rolled up, and finally, a pale, white arm was held out for his inspection.