The graze of her teeth sends a pleasant shiver down Thomas's back and he pulls Greta a bit closer to him. He likes the way she holds him, and the way she no longer pauses over his scars in horror or in pity. Perhaps it never was the latter, but still.

"I suppose I could at least give you a hand," he quips, managing to keep his voice even enough. "It's the least I can do to make sure the ring doesn't get caught on anything."