[His own hands are calloused in certain spots, and his knuckles are almost constantly bruised even though he wears gloves religiously. Whatever she does with those hands, he knows she does it well.]

It's something like a nickname.

[He explains as an afterthought, smirking a little bit. It's not his real name, but it's the only one he goes by.]

I'm sure you must hear that all the time. [Rude finds the way Yasha turns so red endearing, even reaching out to brush a few stray hairs out of her face, his brown eyes flickering over her features up close as he studies them, noticing her eyes first. ] Am I? I think you're definitely the looker between the two of us.