"Somehow I don't think that's how it's gonna work here." Tess tries to sound contrite - tries. "Your face is like an open canvas or some shit like that, I intend to take full advantage of it."

A concealer pen is plucked up and shaken as she turns to him. "I might be in the mood to paint a water scape, who knows. Hold still," she instructs as steps in closer, knee brushing his as she uncaps the pen, leaning forward to dot it over any blemishes or bruising or scarring he might have.

"You might want to close your eyes for this."