Shirt off all the more of his tattoos were exposed, curling around his torso, the length of his arms and vanishing in a sensuous line under the waistband of his trousers. The only interruption a bandage about his shoulder and his ribs. "Mind those, if you would. I have no desire to revisit the healer."

That said- he was all for enjoying this to the fullest, hands skating along Cyril's ribs to find their way under his shirt, arching against his lips. "Eager, are we Tesoro?"