[ Eric glares before picking up one of his arms and unrolling the terribly long and baggy sweater to reveal old scars and burns and showing new red smallish holes on the top of his arm. Cigarette burns. ]

Already paid my punishment. If things go well there won't be anymore. So shut up and be quiet or I'll do the same to you.

[ He puts the sleeve back down, he didn't like looking at them. It reminded him he was a bad dog. He just wanted the guy to shut up. ]