He flinches away from her fingers, turning his head to hide them. He... really should have expected that, but somehow he'd figured she understood it was none of her business.

Still. They had a deal.

"Don't touch them, alright?" He hesitates, "I got 'em... nine years ago. Got in a fight with the man that raised me, and... he slashed a broken bottle across my face. So I stabbed him through the chest with a table leg."

He's, oddly, more comfortable telling the story than he is with the hand on his scars. He'd gotten his scars in a struggle to the death, they were a sign of him being free from the man that killed his mother and ruined his innocence. But.. they were also a reminder of Benny. He'd never be able to look in the mirror without seeing what Benny had done to him.