I stared at the moon, not as some novel symbolic gesture, but since I thought that would look cool. I mean, you gotta build the mystique up before breaking it, right?
"Ah, the masked lady! Where have you brought me? Why am I alone? What are you gonna do to me?" He cried as he hid his bare chest with his arms. Dude, do you think I'm some sort of sexual predator? What's up with your dirty thoughts?
"Pipe down, will ya? I'm not gonna do anything to you—nor have I done anything other than fix your damn arms." I spoke. I guess he realized it just then. He started staring at his arms, which were previously immovable, looking all elated about it. Good, the carrot and stick approach is working out pretty well.
"Ha, I can move them again! Amazing! Whoo-hoo!" He started rotating both his arms in a speed that normal humans wouldn't dare to. If this was someone else, he or she would've dislocated their shoulder already. I guess this is the perk of having a monstrous physique.
