What he didn't see, he'd feel as his hand moved to slide under the shirt. His fingers were deft, gentle as they skimmed over marks and scars that outlined what made the man so cautious better than words ever could. It didn't make him draw back. If anything, he deepened the kiss, hand continuing to move over Leonard's scarred skin, testing the waters to see if any of the marks caused pain or if they were more sensitive, like his own. "Nothing wrong with smug," he murmured, nipping at Leonard's lower lip as his other hand moved to tug the man closer.