He shifts a little stroking Eric's hair gently. "Let me sit up for a second." He moved already getting to work on shrugging free of his coat. The bolo tie comes off next set aside with his coat before he goes after his shirt cuffs.

"I can certainly manage that." The shirt is unbuttoned slowly by nimble slender fingers and soon he's moving to shrug free of it. It becomes apparent after a moment or two that there are marks along his chest.

They're curling flourishes of black thorn-ed vines; wrapping and winding around his torso. They look like wet, fresh ink and seem to radiate from a central point right over where his heart is. Even Alan is a bit taken aback because he's never seen them before.