Mari let out a chuckle when Dumas said he would never torture her and gave her nipple that playful twist. He body twisted a little as if she had just been tickled. "Just a little, hm?", she replied, chuckling one more time.<br/><br/>Shadow Mari did notice Dumas tensing up when she tried to pull his shirt. When he finally allowed her to do it, she took it off him and tossed it to the side, letting it land on the floor. "I won't, darling. Promise", she murmured softly at his request. Curiosity crept inside Mari, making her want to look at his back at once, but in his current position, she couldn't see what was it about Dumas' back that would make her freak out.<br/><br/>One of her hands touched his shoulder and made its way down. She could only conclude from this inspection that his back was covered in scars. Curiosity burned inside her as to their origin, but she knew it wasn't the right time for this question. As Dumas pulled her own shirt away and started kissing her, Mari twisted softly once again and let out a delighted sigh. As Dumas moved lower, Mari kept her gaze on his back. The first thing she noticed was indeed the tattoo. Looking with a little more attention, she paid attention to the scars. Once again, Mari considered asking how he had gotten them.<br/><br/>She even got as far as opening her mouth to ask, but that was when Dumas had just yanked her jeans away. Her whole body shook for a moment, as though she had just gotten an electric shock - a very pleasant one. "Oh, God", she managed to mutter softly, one of her hands scratching Dumas' back, and the other one gripping the bedsheets.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">You're gonna regret every second of this, boy.</span></span>