Emcee has seen a myriad of scars before, so he barely bats an eyelash at the marks. He leans forward and kisses his chest, running his tongue over the raised lines, scraping his teeth over his nipples.

"Relax," he purrs in amusement against his skin.

Meanwhile he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Cassian's loosened trousers, urging him to raise himself so they can be pulled further down.