"If they can't swim, we can stand by the side of the water. It's more fun that way anyway, the sitting in a boat kind of fishing is really more of an excuse to drink. I should buy a boat, I have the money." She closed her eyes and sighed as his fingers ran over the scars on her back, leaning into the touch for a moment before tugging the shirt over her head. Once it was on the floor, she looked down at him and traced his lower lip with her thumb. "I've got a scar on my leg too from when I got shot by a Nazi," she teased, knowing he was as infatuated with hers as she was with his.