Muscles covered in scars from autosurgery, but yes, they were indeed there. For the longest time, he wasn't even sure if he was serious; there was so much that could go wrong because of this, but the more he thought about it, the more he just didn't care.

The trick with the cigarette certainly earned her a smirk. The kiss, complete with the flavor of tobacco, was actually welcome. It had been a long time since he had done anything like this, and for fairly obvious reasons, he didn't really want to risk it before. But now, with his overwhelming need to blow off some steam, he was only too happy to oblige.

With her tongue poking against his lip, he allowed her to push the chair backwards against the wall behind them, allowing her entrance into the morgue-like facility Stein called home. His lips parted for her, and his hands flew to her sides, near her waist.