[As Ain reaches out to trace his scars, he feels a very brief moment where his breath catches because- well- very few people have done this to him, obviously. Very few he allows, and now Ain is a part of that small number. The way Ain seems so enamored with him, despite all of the flaws, makes Wolfwood feel weirdly warm in a way he honestly doesn't often.]

Big and battle damaged. [He agrees, bringing his hands forward again to let them rest loosely along Ain's hips, his thumbs sort of idly brushing over his hipbones.] Which doesn't seem t'bother you one bit. A bonus, you said.

[He's hella lucky, in that regard.]

But it ain't like you're not a looker yourself. I've had my eyes on you since you got here, ya'know.