Tristan looked away when she followed his gaze.  But looking over at Ana made him uncomfortable.  The woman was awake, and the way she returned his gaze and touched her tongue to her lips stirred his loins and made him look away quickly.<br/><br/>He moved closer to Lauralana, focusing his attention on the rings, trying not to take in to soft creamy swells of breast, or the delicate rose color of those permanently stiffened nubs of flesh.  At her question, he reached out, his hand trembling and hesitant.  He glanced up to her face apologetically and swallowed as her tried to shift and hide the treacherous evidence of his arousal.<br/><br/>He touched the ring carefully, lifting it and running his thumb along it.  As carefully as he could, he moved it, sliding it through her nipple to see if the seam was on the part hidden there.  But then he let go and shook his head.  "It's solid," he said, "No rivet or welding.  The only way to remove it would be to cut it free... or..."  He winced and looked uncomfortably into her eyes.  "Or to rip them out..."