"I don't get into fights..." Elijah stated calmly, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation of her fingertips traveling across his chest and belly. "I usually am the one in the middle breaking them up, and some people don't take too kindly to that." Cracking one eye open, he knew exactly which scar she was hovering over. That one nearly cost him his life. "And I got that one doing what I just described. One of the crew, who is thankfully no longer with us, thought another sailor's woman was a whore while we were in port." He started, tucking one arm behind his head to better watch Josephine exploring his skin. "Long story short, he was drunk, the guy was angry, and the mediator took four inches of finely crafted tri-point steel to the side. Mom doesn't even know about that. The Captain thought it best not to let her know she nearly lost her son."