"I'd be all for you being topless, but yes you're probably right; it could prove detrimental to my decision making and actions while within the chair, so keep your--wait, why would your nipples be so hard? Hmm? I'm curious now." John grinned, eyes lit up with consideration as he looked to her, but then shrugged when they neared the tattoo shop.
While he stepped free of the vehicle, John moved into the parlor and took his seat on the couch, and waited while Fanny continued to draw and move through her desires of the tattoo. At some point, he actually fell asleep out of boredom, but when he heard her say something he lifted a brow, looked to her, then stood while he reached out for the page and took it from her. A look over of the image revealed a rather startling beauty, and he grinned at the quote, brow turned up when eyes worked their way over to her.
"Yea? What's with the quote, you think me some sort of hero?"