He tilts his head to let her, as they walk up the stairs to his quarters. Kicking the door open, because it wasn't like he ever locked it. He neither had anything worth stealing aside from his weapons, and new that people would be watching everything he did and searching his belongings anyway.
"I don't have any new scars to show," she says, drawing over the scar again with her index finger, then tapping his bottom lip lightly. Without thinking about it, she adopts the same pout his mouth is always set in, just for a moment, then smiles.
"I think I might have an old one, though. A little faded by now, I think."
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"I think I might have an old one, though. A little faded by now, I think."