Her mind that had been hazed with pleasure at touching him cleared a bit when she rinsed out the cloth again. His skin was beautiful, and she'd never admit it to him, but she loved touching him. But she'd expected him to have signs of battle on his body. "If you're a warrior, why don't you have scars like the space ranger?"
Something rumbled out of Azagor's chest. He caught her the moment before she could jump up and away from him. He drew her against his chest. Those eyes had no black in them, red glowed down at her. "I am a warrior with superior DNA. I keep no scars like weak human males."
"O - okay."
"I have been in many battles."
"Okay."
"I am considered among the best warriors in the Zyrgin Empire."
She wet her lips and tried to speak but couldn't. She nodded.
"I took a raider camp on my own to honor you without keeping scars on my body."