"If you start going a bit funny it just means you'll match me," he said, kissing her again before pulling his shirt open. The angry looking scar ran from his collar bones practically all the way down his chest, and was still held together with surgical staples. "Check me out. It's like I have a zipper on the front of me. Is it as big as yours, Cai?" Then he laughed and shook his head, "welp. Accidentally just made it a size contest."