He grinned over his beer, muscle twitching at her touch. Maybe subconsciously flexing for her. His tattoos were a show of pride; the one on his back, more than the one on his arm. Still, it was special to him --- even though it had been a goofy mistake, to start off with. Its symbolism was a little too close to mirroring his real life; although, a little self-deprecating humor was never far off. A little easier to explain, than what it really symbolized.

"I think you got a little too much faith in my spellin'."

He rest his chin in his palm, a belch following the swig of his beer.

"'Scuse me." He was taught to be polite, not charming.

"How 'bout yours?" His eyes wandered to her upper arm. The tattoo didn't entirely mask her scars, but it caught the eye well enough. He'd never seen anything like it, and despite its size, it managed to be elegant and ornamental, all at once. He smiled at her, bright and welcoming, and ready to listen to whatever she was willing to share.