[ He takes a look, a gentle finger tracing over it, and nods with approval; it's ridiculous, really, how he seems to light up at swapping war wounds. ]

Something got you good, huh? Adds to your character. If I had any intention before, I definitely wouldn't plan on messing with you now.

[ He lifts the side of his shirt up to show off his most prominent of scars, a deep gash in his side that's not quite as smooth as hers, and there are others scattered around, smaller, lighter, but visible. ]