Eric took his cup of tea with a smile of thanks, sniffing sharply again now that he was closer to it. It didn't seem like it would effect him in a negative fashion, so he drank it in slow, even sips, wanting to spread out the effect of warm liquid on his body. It didn't taste bad. It didn't really taste good, either. It was a null experience, something he could tick off his lists - drank tea made by a witch. He set the tea down with half of it drunk and gone, more focusing on Chandra than anything else.
Chandra smiled at him and Eric felt at peace. Maybe he should have felt nervous, having someone about to cut into his skin. But he had lost much more than skin, when fighting against krakens, when challenging great whites. What could Chandra do to him that his home environment hadn't already done? So Eric sat there, relaxed, arm extended, waiting for the scalpel to come down.
And it did. Eric hissed a bit in slight pain, his teeth baring themselves, long and pointed, but he quickly covered them with his lips as the pain abated. "Is interesting, what humans will do." He mused after the moment had passed. "It is like cave art to them, I suppose. Art that will live on, if only for a blink of an eye in the point of view of someone who is immortal." He watched his skin get dropped into some kind of solution and didn't necessarily feel anything. It was just skin. He could grow it back.
Even now, as he contemplated it, the wound was closing. "I am wanting blue and pink scales as my tattoo." He told Chandra. "Merbabies are getting one of their glow colours from one parent, one from the other. My mother was blue and pink."