He's surprisingly gentle, alarmingly affectionate. It's strange not seeing that bite in his eyes, not having every word come out sharp and gruff unless you know well enough what to listen for. Her skin tingles wherever his touch goes, her heart beating an uneven tattoo against her breastbone.

And then he's being a tease again. She clucks her tongue, smacking his arm with no force to speak of. A warning.

"Well, I get the feelin' I could've been in much worse that night. 'Scarlett' didn't have any qualms takin' off her clothes. I think she did it for work. I came awful close t'gettin' myself a tattoo, even."