[To be fair, Darin just isn't shy. And while that scar is, indeed, personal if there's one thing that Darin's actually proud of, it's his physique. He's worked at it for most of his life and it represents time spent with the only two people who knew about his strength and sought to uplift him rather than keep him down. His back bares the scars that cause his chest to puff up with pride.]

[Darin jolts. He was not expecting to get his back scratched, he was merely demonstrating the area that tends to get itchy! He stammers briefly, eyes going wide...but when Zelda starts to scratch...]

O-Oh. Oh wow.

[He wiggles like a child being told to sit still but only because the sensation is so powerful. He leans into her hand like a dog who's getting his ears scratched.]

Oh man. Ooooh man. Go harder right down the center!

[She can practically hear the grin in his voice; his instructions indicating to scratch over the terrible scar. It's very worn; he's had it since he was a child. The skin is darker and weirdly smooth compared to the rest of his skin. Whatever did this to him probably should have killed him.]

A-Almost...yeah! Yeah right there! Gods above, Zelda this is the best...!

[He wiggles in place, muscles tensing and flexing as he tries to steer her hand.]