It's nice that she's not mad about it; Richie grins a bit, relieved, some of the tension going out of his body. He raises his eyebrows at her.

"Yo, okay. I don't think it's horrible, for the record. It's kind of cool, actually. Hey, you want to see my scar? Make it even between us?"

He's not really listening for an answer, already looking around for somewhere to set his tray so he can have his hands free. He settles on the end of a nearby sun lounger, puts it down, and comes back to Grace already tugging down the back of his shorts to show her the half inch knife wound scar on his ass just above the tattoo of Calvin taking a leak. He twists around a bit, trying to take a look himself.

"See? Fucking crazy, right? I got stabbed. With a knife."