"I'm hardly an outlaw here," he replied, smile obvious in his words. Because really, no matter what he was doing with his time now, or would do in the future, he knew he would never lose the title. Not that he minded in the least. Particularly when the label came from Marian. Though he doubted he would complain in any great hurry to any number of names coming from her.
Nor was he going to argue with her newest request. He had no objections to her continuing to do what she was doing with her hands directly against his skin, not through his shirt. He almost laughed at her seeming impatience, reaching for the bottom hem and pulling it the rest of the way off, over his head. He put it on the bench beside them. Strangely enough, for all the time they shared together now, for all the times they had seen the other without a stitch of clothing between them, this was the first time she had made that request, particularly in an innocuous moment like this, and rarely in the light of day. The scar which still stood out rather prominently on his side, now accompanied by the numerous smaller ones which now marred the flesh of his forearm completely visible. He was not at all self conscious about them, though he had wondered before what she thought of, particularly, the one on his side. It was not an attractive sight by any stretch of the imagination, and certainly a striking reminder of the time he had been away. Though she had never made comment on it.