John's lips twitched as you stroked his cheek — or more specifically, one of the scars slashed across it. A hum rumbles in his chest as he sank his head more into your thighs.

Your lover said nothing as you traced the remnants of that dreadful wolf encounter, though his eyes did follow your own.

He thought they made him look ugly — moreso than usual, at least — but you seemed to feel differently.