"Nononono!" He pulls her arms back down and tugs the hem back down into place too. He's not even sure she's wearing any undergarments, and that's something he decidedly and intentionally does not imagine either way. "There's no need for that." He's definitely losing the war against his flushed skin now, because the blush has pressed its advantage as far south as the mark. "It's... fine." It's not, really, but as much as he might fuss and fight, he's a people pleaser, so if she says off with his shirt, then off it will go.

Gale's hands hover at the buttons briefly, but he reminds himself that this is strictly clinical and no cause for nerves. He unbuttons it and pulls both sides apart, exposing his chest and abdomen. The black marking left by the orb had looked like a tattoo at a glance, but upon closer inspection, it's deeper, like a scar carved into his skin with a precise blade. He fidgets under scrutiny. "Do you have favorite tattoos?" A question to distract him from the matter at hand.