"You hardly have to explain yourself," Molly assured Alec when the other man told him it was complicated. "I wasn't going to judge. And your life is your own. If it isn't hurting anyone, there's no need for you to have to excuse it." He hadn't had the luxury of waiting. He'd been so desperate for anything to make him feel alive after he'd clawed his way out of his grave that he'd rushed into a number of life's experiences. He didn't regret it, but it was a different situation from Alec.
Well then. He hadn't expected that flash of skin. Not that he was complaining at all. "Careful, darling," he said in a low tone, bringing his free hand to run his thumb lightly along the mark. "I'm trying very hard to behave here and you're making it rather difficult." He brought his hand back before he could linger too long, looking up at Alec with a smile. "If you ever want to show me the rest, I certainly won't complain. You can see most of mine as it is." Not the ones on his back, but the rest of his tattoos were clearly in view.
There was definitely a spark with Alec. Something different than he was used to. He didn't often think beyond casual nights and quick flings but he was beginning to think he might not object to something slower with Alec. Something not so brief. That feeling intensified as Alec studied his hand. "Swords," he said. "Scimitars to be specific. And a bit of magic, but it's complicated." Nothing he could show Alec. Not here. Spilling his own blood seemed out of place at a party like this.
And he wasn't going to go using mind-altering magic on someone he liked.