"You think so?" Part of her reluctance to share her tattoos with anyone else was the fear of refection. They were well out of the realm of God's vision, and most would be utterly scandalized by their presence. But, to be compared to the glorious windows she'd seen in churches was enough to make her grin. The tattoos were beautiful, if one were able to step outside the conventional realm of beauty.

Jo relaxed into his touch. It'd been too long since her last tryst — too long since she'd last been touched. "It's only fair, seeing as you showed me yours." The lacings were going to be a bitch to remove without the aid of magic, and her wand was foolishly left behind in her bag. "Would you help me?"