He's surprised that he allows her to mold his body in this way, but he does. He listens to her words very carefully. Parts of what she has said alleviate his anxiety and frustration. She doesn't mind if this is a one-off, she won't pine for him or worry about him. Hell, she'll probably leave before he does, though now he has no reason to linger, and he's going to cut it close getting home as it is. He resists the urge to fight with her about his body. Even if she was used to scars as a soldier, it was another thing to lay beside him and see them all. To see the monsterous mask his ruined face can become in firelight. To say nothing of what it looks like, so twisted in places, in the moment of--

"I'd kiss you," He says, carefully. "But it's...I don't think it's very pleasant."