Eleven's color deepened, not at all sure Fox had the right impression or if he was just teasing him for fun. The latter was fine, but the former could be awkward if Hendrik heard of it.

"Okay," he managed after a moment and a soft clear of his throat.

He shifted in Fox's hold to set to work in rolling up his right sleeve. His duster cut off at the shoulder, so it was a simple matter of tugging insistently at stubborn fabric until he managed to bare his shoulder sufficiently.

"This should be all right? I haven't taken many attacks here that I recall. I'm guessing it'll break the enchantment if it's damaged?"