He answers with something between a laugh and a moan, stealing a quick, hungry kiss before he actually replies: "Really bad planning?" He sheds his leather jacket and lets it fall with a heavy thump to the floor, hesitates -- but only briefly -- before he helps her get his shirt off.

He might hesitate longer if he didn't know she's already seen the rest of him. There are the tattoos, of course, front and back -- but there are also more scars, not as readily visible as the ones on his face, but easily found by touch. They seem to be mostly clustered around the base of his ribs and his kidneys, as if something had hit his stomach and back repeatedly.