It was a rather alarming request, but then, the Jotun made no sign of resistance, although he did hesitate for a moment. He couldn't dare to look at her; he can't. With shaky fingers, he reached up to undo the buttons of his black tunic. He didn't know why she wanted him to do such a thing, and he dared to not question, as it was against his own free will. 

He remained seated, and allowed his tunic to fall, revealing his slim yet slightly-muscular torso and back. Scars in random places, mainly his back, as well as some bruises that were recent, with others still in the process of healing. The bruises were all-too apparent. 

He didn't say anything, mainly out of fear, and just let the princess do what she wanted.