Matthias' act drops quickly, right between the spin-around and the frogmarch toward the pile of shit. Not shit-shit. More the general version of the word, because he doesn't actually know what he is looking at, and starts to sputter a protest, and maybe twist away to get free, except--

Except.

He thinks at first that he's looking a wrinkly sheep bladder which, while weird, is not particularly remarkable, though maybe a little embarrassing, especially for a guy who was trying to get Matthias to do his sweeping for him--or maybe he should be impressed with a fellow who clearly fucks--except it's not a sheep bladder, or if it is, it's one that's attached to his side, like a flubby tentacle or a trailing sleeve or, well, now, there's something particular about the end of the--

"What!"

It's a shriek. Well, a yell. Well, look, okay, just look, and by the Maker is Matthias ever looking, at fingers. Nubby fingers. Matthias tries to recoil, but considering his shoulders are still held, ends up falling backwards into old Nub Arm, who must have had the arm all along but maybe tucked away, somewhere, and now it's come unfurled and Andraste's ass, Matthias is going to touch it by accident if he doesn't get away--

"Let go, you weirdo, stop--touching me with your weirdo- ngkac--"

A wordless noise of disgust. He tries stomping on the Nub Arm's full-sized foot.