"You promise?" John's grin was through the side of his mouth, showing he was poking fun at her, even as he slid through the ice with her.
"Skating pants, you know those tight ones... they wear tight pants right? Like, basically tights? It'd highlight that amazing ass of yours, which I do thoroughly enjoy; as you've come to notice." Then continued on with her before shaking his head at the thought of doing ink.
"I figure I'll stick with being head of security; if my day's boring, that's totally me doing a stand up job. I have no desire to paint some picture of a ink blot while what they really wanted was a flying unicorn. I can't have that. Still, maybe I should get you to ink me, you keep talking about it."