[The black, crystal-like bumps does gets a raise of eyebrows, but Wriothesley doesn't question it. He doesn't think that it's really in his place to question what has happened to a stranger nor does it seem like a conversation befitting of the mood. His fingers do gloss over scars, but less out of curiosity and almost more like he's treating them as something special. After all, each scar really is just a story to tell; an experience the man had gone through.
He looks at the other and offers a gentler smile as he starts to tug their pants down.] Your body is quite good. [His hands slowly run up Broca's thighs, appreciating the strong muscle he can feel under his fingers.]
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He looks at the other and offers a gentler smile as he starts to tug their pants down.] Your body is quite good. [His hands slowly run up Broca's thighs, appreciating the strong muscle he can feel under his fingers.]