Oh yes, I can hear that. [He snickers a little under his breath, his hands exploring up over her chest and then down to her waist, rubbing at her hips. He pulls his hands off her for just a second-- and when they return, his gloves are gone, letting her feel his skin against hers -- as well as the faintest hint of those sharp nails of his, just barely tapping against her.]

But you have nothing to worry about. I have no intention of keeping any injuries a secret from you. [And with a playful wink--] Really, is it so hard to believe that I'm simply a little shy?

[Yes Mephisto, yes it is.]