She nodded, watching him with a hint of worry. "Yeah. We should probably clean those scratches. If not tonight, then tomorrow."
It didn't seem too severe, but there were a lot of them all over him. "What do you think?" he asked wryly. "Will I live?"
He raised an eyebrow before gathering her in his arms gently, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. “Your touch will always leave me breathless,” he said earnestly. “I might as well get used to it.”