Luxaela nods, and once they're there, he lets out a huff of a laugh, his gaze crinkling in genuine, warm amusement, and, perhaps, a little bit of fondness. Shameless, he starts to remove the "skating-suitable" set of clothing, with no real shame about his increased nudity. More of those markings curl everywhere, from around the curve of his nipples and bust, and even hugging his ribs and back. The markings even work their way down his navel, and to a strange (also marked) frilly slit. Beneath it is another one of similar structure where a human male's testicles would be.

The markings even wrap around his thighs, and, if one were to look carefully, some of the markings even encircle the pucker of his ass.

"There. Feel better now that you know?"

He raises his eyebrows playfully, hands on his hips, and unabashedly standing there in the buff. As if his markings don't create more than one landing strip.