[Noire would visibly cringe at the thought. She draws up her idea of how such a person would look. Her imagination leans to that of a wrestler-type with thick, coarse arms. Her face goes a bit pale as she pictures a bunch of sweaty men with animal masks as their arms tighten with a webbing of discolored veins that thicken along the circumference of the arm to accentuate their muscle.]

Yeah..? Are you sure he'll be okay with such a horrible piece of handiwork? Your friend sounds like he'd get mad over little things like that and lash out about if he's as much of a musclehead as he reads.