"You mean you wanted to make sure I was still among the living?" Dax asked, with a grin.
"Hey, I know my dad… He can be kind of… intense at times." Fey said. "Looks like you picked up a gnarly new scar. At least I assume it's new, not like I have seen you without a shirt before."
Dax quickly covered the scar on his chest with his hand. "No, it is new." He said.
Fey stood up and walked over to Dax. She pulled his hand off his scar and slowly ran her right index finger down it. She was as gentle as a light feather against his skin. Her touch sent shockwaves through his body. She looked him in the eyes and smiled when she was done with his scar. "I like a few scars on men." She whispered.
"Oh…" Dax said. "Well, that's good…"
She took a quick glance down. "I'll leave you to get dressed." She said as she walked past him. "Nice, by the way." With that she walked out of the room.
