Yes, you're mine. That is what he wants to scream from the rooftops. He won't do it anytime in the near future, though. Of course, he won't.
Instead he begins at the most logical point, at the beginning.
"See the tat here?" Jazz points to an area on his head. "We get those when we're born."
There are several signs, tatoos as a human would call it, on his body. The most are above the shoulders. Some are for rank, others are nothing more than artistical whimsy.
But the one Jazz is now indicating, that one is the shield of his line.