I reached for Damar's hair, and while it looked like I was going to stroke him softly, I took a fistful and pulled his hair.
"What do you mean you want to treasure a scar? Get it treated right away. You'll get sick if the wounds get infected, you know that." I argued but he didn't want to.
This was the first time Damar refused my words. He was so adamant about leaving the scratches be to form a scar.
I was left speechless... It was as if he were obsessed with me.
Well, I mean, there's no surprise there. I already knew that from the start. But...
"Damar, do you... Really want to go through all of that just to keep a mark of me on your body?" I asked and he nodded.
He held my hand and then pressed it to his lips.
"I want the world to know I belong to you and you alone." He said, his eyes fixed on mine and I gulped.
Now that Damar has legs, he no longer looks like a snake beastman, so he's bound to get a lot of attention.
