He had been concerned that it might put her off-- and even more concerned that he would have to figure out an explanation without admitting to having drowned his grief for awhile. However, her lips were on his skin and he was holding very still, resisting the urge to pick her up and deposit her on the bed right then, just enjoying this moment instead.
"A request for which you made me pay, as I recall," he laughed. His hand was resting just above her hip, and he ran his thumb lightly over the scar left by Gisborne's dagger, the humor leaving him. "I did not have an opportunity to offer the same for this. Permit me to make it up to you now." Kneeling in front of her, he placed a series of featherlight kisses over the jagged line. Then, he ran his palm across her belly, appreciative of the mark that was not there.