You're right, that's a weird request.

[ but not the weirdest thing he's ever heard so he sighs, shoulders slouching and takes a few steps back, boots pressing his blood (whose blood, he doesn't know) further into the snow. ]

Come on. I don't know what you want this for but don't give me details. I don't wanna know what freaky things you might be getting up to. Pose or do whatever the hell you're going to do.