As beautiful as the wounds were, pooling over with blood, he looked up to her and nodded, "Heal them over. There's no need for you to be in pain more than you've got to be." His fingers grazed across the skin nearby the cuts, and her blood ran off to join his fingertips. He had a small, dark smile due to it, rubbing the blood between his fingertip and thumb.
"I feel somewhat selfish, now. Taking your perfect skin and marking it all for myself." He wiped the blood off his fingers, before he wiped the blade of the razor down and folding her back up, setting her aside with a whisper of "Sleep now. There will be more art soon."