Vicious was not the sort to take orders--not in situations like this, at any rate--but this one amused him enough that he complied anyway, stepping away from Gren enough to unbutton the shirt and drop it on Gren's floor.

"Happy?" The smirk on his face was quite intentional.

The bruises had started to fade a little against the pallor of his skin, but they were still there in a multitude, along with the gauze taped over the right side of his ribs and along his left upper arm. He'd changed them since he'd been injured, but it hadn't been particularly recently.