[ He continues to hold her gaze, sharply steady, as he folds his hand over hers and holds it against his mouth.

One kiss at the tip of her finger, then he draws it into his mouth and sucks the mango juice from her skin, and then he presses a kiss to her palm, and to her wrist. ]

I would now.

[ Then he closes his eyes, to nuzzle the soft skin over her pulse. ]

It's true that I don't offer it lightly. When I was a boy, wearing this mark--

[ He draws her fingers down to the brand. ]

--I wasn't given that choice. So I protect it now.