Scars are nothing to her. She can read other things with her palms. Strange, how long it's been since he crossed a ley line. Curious. She must remember to inquire about that. Later.

Her hand strays lower, exploring the plane of his stomach, the hollow of his hip, down the inside of his thigh. All the while, listening to his breathing and his heart beat, listening to the soft sounds he makes when she does something he likes.