A disguise. He wishes he could go back to that room and shout. See?! A disguise!. As if they'd listen to alternate options.
Nevermind that he's tried disguises in other ways.
He checks around them to be sure they're alone, then pushes up his sleeve, holding his arm out on the table. He lets his magic work, until it's nothing but bone, and he angles his arm so she can see the mark carved in.
"It's a tracking rune. They want me to stay out of the public eye anywhere but here. And I'm not allowed to go back to México at all. Not unless the world suddenly forgets about mister super famous." He sighs and tugs his sleeve back down, bringing his arm back to wholeness all the while.
no subject
Nevermind that he's tried disguises in other ways.
He checks around them to be sure they're alone, then pushes up his sleeve, holding his arm out on the table. He lets his magic work, until it's nothing but bone, and he angles his arm so she can see the mark carved in.
"It's a tracking rune. They want me to stay out of the public eye anywhere but here. And I'm not allowed to go back to México at all. Not unless the world suddenly forgets about mister super famous." He sighs and tugs his sleeve back down, bringing his arm back to wholeness all the while.