Summary:

Rozanov says, "you always keep your mark covered," and Shane desperately wishes they were back to talking about women.

"Yup," he agrees and takes a drink from the ginger ale in his hand just to have something to do. He's going to have to start pretending like it's still got liquid in it soon, if this continues.

"The women I am with always want to see if we are soulmates, they do not do this with you?" Rozanov is staring at him again, right hand raised so that Shane can see the colors shift red and teal and yellow and pink and green and his left hand still down his fucking pants.