[He doesn't pull away at all, letting Akira continue to inspect the symbol that's basically engraved into his skin. Strange, how it just sort of appeared one day, marking him as an official 'guest' of this casino. And that's not even getting to the whole thing of him having two suits for a week. That sucked.]

I don't like it.

[A quiet admittance, but one laced with subtle anger. Because other than the fact that he hates the idea of the House or whoever in charge managing to kidnap him and marking him, there's other things too.]

...There was a time when I, um, didn't have sex for a while. [Because he was uncertain, because of a lot of reasons. Scott's fingers clench and unclench in his hold.] Bad idea. Couldn't think-- I acted out. All my thoughts were mixed up and I just did whatever was on my mind without restraint.

[He exhales loudly.] I was lucky that no one got hurt.