Huaisang runs gentle fingers over Doul's skin, unruffled by the shocking scars and strange markings. Such things are forbidden among civilized folk, considered to be profane, but certain religious orders favor tattoos, as well as certain groups of sailors. Huaisang graces the pattern with a fingertip, then traces the scar that follows. "I'm glad you survived," he murmurs, voice soft, but when his eyes lift they're filled with heated desire. "I'm glad you came to me."

Drawing Doul's head down, Huaisang kisses him again, whimpering with longing.