[ As with the rest of him, Adra's leg is covered entirely with red arcane tattoos; it's an esoteric scrawl of runes, circles, and other symbols that glows faintly in the dimly lit study. Adra's eyes widen a little as Bolin sets to work, but he doesn't startle or pull away. He's reached a point of trust with Bolin; he feels no frisson of fear at the touch. Only the strong, solid warmth of his hand.
no subject
He exhales slowly, closing his eyes. ]
Oh--okay. That's pretty good, actually.