John's eyebrows tick up in surprise at Martin's admission. "Really?" He's sure he's mentioned them before. More than mentioned, even, and John shifts a bit closer, resettling himself within easier reach. "But I kiss them all the time. Not these, obviously, but the ones I can usually see — like these two, here." He illustrates the point by lightly tapping his finger against a pair of them, each in turn, that are higher up on Martin's shoulder, nearer to his neck. Surely Martin could see them in the mirror without any special effort. John always presumed he knew they were there.

Perhaps that was foolish of him; it's not as if he noticed when Martin was aiming for his scars. But on the other hand, maybe being inclined towards such deliberate aim would make it easier to recognize upon receipt.