"Oh, am I now?" John set the sketch down a moment before reaching up to take her hands, pulling her towards him and down into his lap; letting her hands go to wrap his arms about her waist and press a soft kiss to her lips, "Why am I your hero? What heroic thing have I done? I fought in a war, lost, and ended up a slave gorgeous. I wouldn't classify that as a hero's tale, would you?"
John smirked and pressed his lips to hers once more, then to her chin before pulling back to look up at her, "Right, so, let's get this tattoo on me. I can't wait to have your hands all over my naked back once more, after all. Though I imagine the scratches'll feel slightly different this time."