He was lifting his shirt, something Kenzie was very interested in. She scooted herself to sit up a bit, so that she could see the tattoo he was showing her. Eyes grew wide, the urge to touch the tattoo was hard to break, but the spell was broken when he let his shirt fall back into place. "Mental note, don't get one on the ribs. I don't know if I want it on my arms though," she mused, debating the different placements.
"Have you seen those that go..." She trailed off, with hands free she motioned towards her chest, just between her breasts, but lower. A sternum tattoo was what was she was trying to describe but unfortunately the words weren't coming to her. "I'd love to get one there, but I can only imagine it'd be ten times worse." She shivered at the idea, that didn't sound like fun.