"Ah, welcome, welcome," Chandra chimed upon hearing the quick knock at the outside of his door. He rarely kept it locked during regular day time hours, which, for him, was anything after dawn till a few hours past dusk. In those dark hours were consumed by his work with demon's blood and research and those were things that he kept hidden. His curse was a burden he preferred to carry alone.
Standing up to meet his guest and properly accept him, Chandra met the merman halfway through the small entryway of his trailer. "Tea?" He gestured towards the now quietly whistling kettle as he lead the way towards the small sitting area. Chandra had no trouble adjusting to life in the Cirque, not in the least bit hesitant to admit his living conditions have vastly improved since his signing. Even just days prior, he moved from place to place staying in hostels that were tiny and unkempt, and more than a few of them unfinished. He had gotten too used to the smell of dirt floors and the paper thin walls that kept out no noise that the trailer seemed like almost like the Taj Mahal.
Propriety kept him from picking up a scalpel and getting right to business, but there was an impatience stirring in him. He was determined to be a good host, however, and not immediately try to cut into his guest as if he were some kind of main course. The merman had, quite willingly and without much pomp, offered to let him research his skin which Chandra was more than grateful for. The witch wasn't daft enough to think he could try to get anything from a merman by force and certainly hoped to keep their relationship as amiable as it was at this very moment.
"Were you interested in discussing the tattoo process today? Or are we saving that for another time?" Chandra could talk about his art form for hours if someone let him, and he always delighted in setting ink to skin so he hoped he would get to indulge in at least one of those while waiting for the right time to ask for the merman's skin.