Naila raises an eyebrow in teasing challenge. "Jericus, I just told you that I served in several mercenary camps for most of my life. I'm pretty sure you don't have anything I haven't seen before." Her eyes, one greeen, one blue, twinkle merrily. "And if that's too forward of me to say, let me ask you this - were you really expecting lady-like behavior from me?" She chuckles; it's a low, rich sound not often heard. "Really, though, if it bothers you or makes you self-conscious, I won't press the matter. Or..." She gets an idea. "Show me yours, I'll show you mine. And tell you the story that goes with them." She nods at her arms, a bit more at ease with him around.