[Bandages and scars, large and criss-crossing. Gauze also circles his throat, up past the collar of his shirt--attention only drawn to it to make not of the hard way he swallows, eyes fixed on her.
Tempting, oh so tempting, indeed.] You can save the favor. Let me repay later it if I can't fulfill it here. [His lips spread wider into a grin.] In some other bed, maybe.