[He takes the jar from her and begins scraping the salve into it from the mortar. It doesn't take long, and he cleans the spatula off against the edge, sets it down, and holds his arm out towards her.]
Would you mind hitting me? The forearm will do. Just hard enough to bruise.
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[He takes the jar from her and begins scraping the salve into it from the mortar. It doesn't take long, and he cleans the spatula off against the edge, sets it down, and holds his arm out towards her.]
Would you mind hitting me? The forearm will do. Just hard enough to bruise.