He blinked, startled at her words. It wasn't often that flattery could get to him, but his hands were something that any surgeon would be proud of. His were calloused and strong - capable of wielding a scythe longer than he was tall, or battling hand to hand. At the same time, they were deft and quick, and especially good at stitching up scalpel cuts.

Slipping his free arm around her waist as she examined his hand, he tugged her against him and smiled. "I'm glad you approve, and personally I think there isn't a part of your body that isn't magnificent - at least, no part I've explored so far," he said.

"You really don't have to flatter me, you know," he added wryly. "Though feel free to say nice things about me if you think they're true."