It wasn't the only scar on her body and it certainly hadn't been the last. She knew he had seen the scars on her wrists that night in the bar with Hal- and she knew that one day she'd be ready to have an honest talk with him about where they had come from and what had happened... but not tonight.
She rested her hands on his shoulders where he knelt in front of her and returned his smile, and any remaining discomfort over the heinous scar marring her body melted away. It wasn't something she could change- and though she'd long ago learned to accept it as part of her now, she was still always apprehensive when it came to showing someone else. Fortunately, Danny didn't seem to mind.
No particularly witty quip came to mind when he called her gorgeous, so instead of saying anything Dinah relied on actions rather than words to express herself. Kneeling down in front of him so that they were approximately the same height again, she moved her hands across his face and into his hair, pressed herself close to him and kissed him deeply.
She wasn't sure they were actually going to make it to the bed at this rate-- but she was entirely certain that she didn't care.