It's so good, too. The ease of it all. The slosh of the water around the tub; it isn't enough to arc over the edge but enough to be worth the noise it makes.

Absently, he fits his teeth over the mark again, teasing his teeth back into the wounds he had already made; testing for a reaction in it.

He could make it deeper. Make it scar for real, not just a ghost of shiny white flesh.