[ There's a sort of panic in hie eyes for a second, along with a sort of tension wrought stiffly in his shoulders for a second. He couldn't completely answer the way he wanted to, but there was still reasons for why he couldn't go in there and it wasn't like he was really lying or anything... ]

It's.. ah... sort of... that. Heated metals...

[ He presses a hand to his left side, just below his ribs. Maybe it will totally distract from how he'd been tugging on his collar earlier. ]

I have some scars a-and the memories associated with them... aren't ones I want to r-relive.