She could not conclude if the grin threatening to appear upon his lips was due to amusement or something else entirely. It intrigued her. “Does it hurt, or are you just easily burnt by it?— The sun, I mean.” She quickly added, not really caring if she was delving into a topic he didn’t wish to discuss. For she had been trained to investigate any peculiarity that peeked her interest. It was now simply a habit to question, like a child inquiring about every single wonder of the world. Thankfully in the same manner, her interest would more often than not be interpreted as harmless curiosity; which was not entirely false. However there was, if not always, an anterior motive to her every query.
“My skin, well…” he trailed off, tilting his head to the side in what seemed almost as a pensive nod. “You could say it is easily burnt. It becomes very tender and blisters, flakes…” He gave a rough grin. “Needless to say, miss, it’s very attractive,” he joked lightly. There was amusement in his voice, though a flicker of a strain lingered, for he knew what it was like, to be caught in the sun. And it was something he would rather not experience if he could avoid it. Her question in itself did not rise suspicion—it was one he found himself easily faced with when someone gained knowledge of his peculiar circumstances around sun.