[He should have known. James was never distracted for long. Steve stiffened for a moment then sighed and slumped a little. His lust wasn't affected in the least, but it sure was less than ideal for telling secrets! He brought his arm forward, stroking his fingers along James' scar. The shadows played over the ugly scars that went slightly above his elbow. It looked raw, and there were places where you could tell muscle had been eaten away under the shiny skin. He spoke softly, just loud enough for James to hear him.]


Just ugly. It's healing, I swear. Should have seen it a couple days ago . . .


[He flexed his left hand too, letting James see the lesser damage on it. Mostly it was cosmetic on the left, and healing slower now that the open wounds had been closed. Steve stroked James' face and hair as he let the man see the injuries, completely forgetting about the fact he had other fresh scars elsewhere. It happened.]


One of the rooms. Had to stick my arm in acid for a key, then unlock a nasty cage trying to rip someone apart. Don't wrap your arm if you end up in there. Made it way worse . . .