"It really is to bad we're in this situation, otherwise I would enjoy that show a lot more."

Frank was gorgeous, no doubt about that. And if they had been elsewhere, he would spend more time admiring the hard planes of muscle, exploring the dips of his scars and trying to coax out the stories behind them. Because his body did tell a story, and a difficult one at that if the wounds were anything to go by. It made him ill thinking he was about to inflict another.

"Tell me if you need me to stop," he said sternly, in his captain's voice, pressing the edge of the blade to Frank's skin, but not cutting, not just yet.