"May I?" Cyril asked, but didn't really wait for a response, instead brushing his fingers softly over the mark. A light touch, but enough that it felt like electricity was zinging up his arm and over his body. "Okay. Wow." He said, fingers lingering before he pulled them away and guided Piritta into turning around. When she was looking at him, he started speaking, "I've touched a few marks in my life. Whether by accident in the course of doing someone's makeup. Or on purpose to explore a friends. None of them have ever felt like touching yours has. That was something different, something special." He said, the thought that this was really happening settling into his bones. "I don't see any other way for it to be. You're my mate."