Didn't get that from something simple like exercise, I take it.

[ there's a knife wound in his leg that he would compare with her if he didn't have to pull his pants up to a complete stranger. that and the fact that he would have to explain how it's nothing more than a faint scar thanks to his healing abilities.

her reply causes him to tilt his head and study her further. he isn't quite sure where her intent lies, but it's surely fueled by the strange workings of the herbs' intoxicating scents. normal Bigby would have no problem brushing off what he depicts is an advance of sorts, but to say his judgment is impaired right now is an understatement. eyes narrow in her direction as he sizes her up in an attempt to determine what her intent is. ]

And you're looking for... company? Can't really say that a herb shop is the first place I'd try.