For a wonder, he actually did as she said. He stood there staring at her – in her jeans and stripy jersey with her teacher's robes open over top – looking nervous and bristly enough that she thought anything she said might set him off into a retreat or a snit, but he left his sleeve rolled up. His hand rhythmically made a fist and relaxed at his side over and over again, but she tried not to look at his arm and he forced a small smirk onto his lips.