Even for all that he made the suggestion himself, the first was bad enough, but is his body to be covered by the end of his time here, Andrej wonders to himself, horrified at the thought. He swallows, undoing the clasps on his jacket as well, followed by the underblouse, fancy cuffs and all.

"The first was the back, but... well. It should be easier, I suppose." His own voice isn't exactly strong and steady either. But in comparison to past events, it should be easier in terms of the pain, at least. There's obvious signs of past suffering marked on Andrej's skin once more is shown; pock-marks from where insects had burrowed under the skin, and old, fading bruises from a savage beating of some kind.

There were some here that Andrej wouldn't trust one whit with a knife, but at least here with Hector, he had fewer immediate concerns... and was well aware that, after seeing that list, his fellow sinner probably was a lot more worried about Andrej himself.

"As for who is to go first, I will defer to your feeling on the matter," he demurs.