The promise of what Gabe would do for him caused a shiver to run through his body. He wanted the angel to make him cry, but he did frown at the mention of the hard limit. Mostly because he wondered if the man had made the assumption about his body as well, pulling up his shirt slightly to trace over the words he usually ignored he spoke. “These weren’t.... intentional. I wasn’t looking to be marked for life, some were accidents and some were more complicated than that. I don’t have any desire to be scared all over. I’m not... I’m not that crazy.” He said softly with a sad half laugh. “One can inflict pain and other kinds of suffering without damage if you know what you’re doing.”<br/><br/>Softly explaining to the other he could understand why the casting and marks were important. They looked nice on Gabe’s flesh so he wasn’t going to complain. Heck the man was everything one could physically want. “Does it surprise you that I would want such things? Submitting is something terribly addictive, it feels good to give in sometimes.” He wasn’t about to be walked all over and Gabe had seen it first hand. “So does this mean you don’t need to know anything about me since you already looked me up?” He asked with a raised brow wondering how much the angel had been snooping. He might have been tempted he if actually could.