There was probably a lot to say about Greeks and impulse control. But she'd had the idea in her head for months now, longer really, and she'd finally sat down and done it. Neither she nor Patrick believed in marriage and she could think of no better way to show him how devoted she was.
Plus, you know, it was kind of nice in an odd way to have something tied to him on her skin. She'd hid the tattoo under a light sweater, as it was on her shoulder, and it being bright new was itching rather a lot already. But she was avoiding the desire to scratch by going to see Patrick so she could show him. And bring him lunch. The latter was more her excuse to see him though.
When she entered she hear his comment so she leaned against the door. "For A Saint, you have a really bad mouth." Smirking she crossed her arms, lunch in her hands. "I'm probably the worst influence there."