"No, I think I quite like you right here." He encircles Jon's waist, enjoying the little grin.

It's when he touches some of the scars that Martin moves his hand, lifting up to cover Jon's with a soft smile. He knows what he must think, Prentiss did a number on all of them didn't she? Mental, physical -- they all had scars, and Jon more so because he... can't keep himself out of trouble.

"You're not going to convince me that you're not attractive, Jonathan Sims." Martin's firm about it, though the words are quiet and soft, practically whispered.