[ Oh. She's still going. He's honestly not sure how he feels about it - it's a mixed bag of emotions. There's a rather genuine curiosity and fascination with the artwork and the skill it must have taken for her to apply all of this to her own body, but also an uncomfortable mix of embarrassment awkwardness, and physical arousal that comes from a very attractive woman being willing to show off her body to him. It grinds against his own sense of propriety and he has to sit up a little straighter, his gaze not quite sure where to land. Her face? The tattoo? The exposed curve of her breast?

It's a lot and he has rather invited it on himself. ]

Er. I am aware that bodies change and grow throughout our lives, but, uh, I did not realize that such... growth... would need to be accommodated in your particular line of work, although of course that makes complete sense. You need not go into too much detail if you don't wish, I wouldn't want to impose any...sort of impropriety.

[ He is trying to find a polite way to not simply shut her down in what he is sure would be a very rude manner. ]

I... must say seeing this body art extend past a simple design in the hand or shoulder is very - very educational.