"Only one mark? I'd expect more from you," he teased dryly. Scars and marks were memories etched onto the physical form to act as a reminder one could not run away from. Good or bad. If Yelena wanted to mark him, leave memories of her own or try to rewrite some of his associations, she had the opportunity better than most.
With her face directed at him, his eyes lowered from her face. "No, I'm just thinking." He kissed her, in instinct to misdirect coming forward. "Want to kick the dogs out of the bathroom and take a shower with me?" Will smirked.