Luck was a tool? Then how did he use it? These thoughts flickered in Sven's mind as he felt Mark move in a little closer. A small smile slipped into the corner of his mouth - what a wonderful scenario Mark was forming in his head. "Then you should have recommended somewhere," Sven said, voice quiet, just between the two of them.
At first, Sven thought it was just a flick of the light, a shadow from a bird that had passed over Mark's face. Then his mind caught up and Sven was startled, pushing himself a bit away on the bench. He wasn't repulsed, but his facial expression would show the other that much. Just surprised, really. he'd seen some wild things in his days, but a birthmark that large? It was new to him.