"I would have to actually do something to ruin you, at least leave my mark on you in some kind of physical way rather than intellectual." Keira drawled, reaching out to tap his neck as if to indicate where she'd leave a mark on him. "Well, they're clearly idiots. You're attractive, you own your own bar, pretty sure you've probably got a tattoo or piercing there to give you that bad boy mystique. So, their loss."