Danny felt the lace before he saw it, against his chest and then his hands as he reached around Dinah. Something about the way she had bitten her lip and glanced away distracted him for a moment, but before he could begin to speculate she was kissing him again. It was not until he took a step back and reached for his belt that he finally took her all in and noticed the scar.
Immediately, he remembered the comment she had made to him back in China as he saw the truth of it before him. His reaction was one of empathy, both for what had happened as well as her temporary unease. This was important.
Danny met Dinah's eyes, came forward, and kissed her lips once. Followed by her neck, the base of her throat as he inclined his own head and downward along the line of her cleavage. As he slowly took a knee he pressed a kiss to her bra before taking hold of the black lace on her hips as he pointedly traced his lips down over her scar, a painful reminder to her of a tragic event in her past, but at the same time no less a part of her than any other. When she wanted to really talk about it he knew she would but in the mean time, he wanted her to know that he by no means unconsidered it an imperfection upon her person. And in a way he felt closer to for having seen and kissed her scar than any other part of her.
With his hands still upon her hips, Danny looked up at Dinah as if she was some work of art revealed to him for it he first time, and shook his head with a sly smile.