His head is still spinning with the sight of them, but now that she talks about what it means and now that she says the words, it drives every little shred of his being into one thing and one thing only. She's given herself tattoos that claim him, that give herself to him. This means it's time for him to do the same in turn.

He grabs at her waist to avoid the hips, leaning in to kiss her as hard as he can, a tender-hearted, passionate thing that refuses to cede anything. He keeps that kiss soft and tender, biting his way to her neck where he can start to suck a mark there as he works his way around to the words he wants to give her.