It...

[ He hesitates, trying to find the words. He isn't usually a very descriptive or talkative person. ]

It's this blue light, coming through my... scales.

[ The last word is signed a little differently, like Daryl is both hesitatant to say it and angry that he has to. ]

Wherever they added them. My spines, my shoulders.

[ Not his tail yet, but if they'd kept kissing... Daryl isn't totally sure what might have happened. ]

Like instead of goosebumps. But stronger.