Licking his lips, he shrugged in response. It really was not something he discussed with anyone. An unnecessary trait to bother with most of the time and the association had only been fairly recently impressed into the depths of his mind.
Ending her hand on his shoulder where the bullet hole had mared him, the backs of bent fingers brushed her side just above the bare edge near her waist. He had had no intention toward her beyond helping her and didn't want her to feel some kind of obligation. Sharing his scar had created a more intimate moment than he expected.
"I'm not a fighter or assassin, but I'm still dangerous if I let myself drown."