[His eyes narrow a little, watching the stupid look on his face for a moment before he pinches the nub tightly. It's harder to do with fabric there, but it should be enough to send a jolt through him. He shifts his attention up, thumb grazing his collar bones next.]
Clavicles.
[He flattens his palm smack in the middle, rolling it up and down a few times.] and the oesophagus.
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Clavicles.
[He flattens his palm smack in the middle, rolling it up and down a few times.] and the oesophagus.