He gasps as her hands move over him, far too unused to hands on him, a hard shiver going through him. Still, he leans into her touch all the same, candles flickering to life around his room.

Which flare briefly at her suggestion, his face getting red. He slowly nods, pulling away from her. Pulling off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor as he crawls to the head of the bed. A momentary pause before he pulls off his shirt to toss away too, before he lays back on the bed. Face burning, more candles flickering to life.

He doesn't have many scars. Likely due to his immortal body, his hands are surprisingly soft and callous free despite his work. There are some, gashes and cuts from experiments gone wrong in freeing his father, largely on his arms with only two on his torso. Nothing that looks particularly scary. Obviously the one on his face.

Then there is the scar that completely rings his neck.