[Cassidy lets his hand hang loose and easy in hers — despite his sudden impulse to pull it away.

Sometimes things leave bruises. Sometimes they leave black eyes. That can't be what she's talking about.]

Are you sayin' you — you like gettin' marked up? Is that it? [It's not totally surprising. She's alluded to it before, talking about him holding the whip... it's just that in this context, it has him a bit shaken. He's got to remind himself this isn't about him.] Hickeys and all that? That's nothin' strange. Loads of people like it.