[Sighing, though with the resignation of someone who knew the request was coming, Roy tugged both his sweater and shirt off over his heand in one go. He tossed the ofeending fabrics aside, rolling his shoulders once as he stared up at Jason, uncertainty in his eyes. He licked his lips.] “Say something, man. With that judging look of yours, I feel like a virgin on prom night.”
[It was remarkable. Mid bicep, skin met metal in a garish scar, ropy and horrid looking. The prosthesis itself was compact, but Jay could tell it housed a veritable wonder of tech. He snorted at Roy’s analogy, grabbing the fake arm by the wrist and rotating it.] “You haven’t been a virgin since you were 14. I take it you have full use? What’s the material, a titanium alloy? Lightweight. What’s all inside? Any weapons? How about range of movement? Cyberkinetics? I need details, brother.”
and all of this will never be the same again 