Eric shirtless was a thing of beauty; Alcuin was so distracted that he didn't notice at first where Eric had licked, but then he did and he shuddered. He found a scar on Eric's chest and dragged his fingers over it.

"I think you are the sort of man who would be less interested in perfection," he said softly.

The truth was, Alcuin would not do well in his former profession, as he was now. Between the burns and the two prominent stab wounds, his body was no longer perfect but perhaps even distasteful to some.