"I am treating you right, you're just not appreciating it properly. I did warn you I was gonna take my time." James shifted upright, reaching behind his head with his right hand and getting a grip on his collar. A quick yank pulled the shirt over his head and off, revealing his sculpted torso - and the scars where his metal arm joined his body.

In a strange way, he was happy to see them, now. They were part of him, the him that he'd chosen to be. The him that Len wanted.