Charlie doesn't have any scars that one could see, on his neck or his forearms; he's already had the sleeves on his shirt rolled up to his elbows. "I'll take that, gladly."

He puts his hand over Teja's, and flattens it out so that his palm is pressed to his chest lightly. "I like you touching me." He smiles, hooking the other hand into his pocket. The jeans he's wearing are already low-rise, and the weight of his hand isn't pulling them up any.

but that might just be on purpose.