Caro snorts. "Well at that point, we might as well just sell him to Sae."

It's difficult not to make some sort of stupid squeaky noise when Walter kisses the scars on her face, but Caro manages. Barely. She idly plays with his hair in retaliation. And then nearly chokes when she suddenly wonders if scar kissing is going to be some sort of trend.

It hasn't even finished healing yet, Caro, good grief. ...Because that's the problem with that particular train of thought. Uh huh. Caro isn't sure if she's read too many romance novels or not enough.