Chandra leaned over to place the scalpel into his sterilization tray before stooping down to pick up the jar. Holding it up against the light, he glanced at it and noted that it still looked more than viable, and so he twisted the cap on tightly and placed the jar in his backroom for study later.
"It's a form of expression, or of rebellion, or a memorial," he continued as he returned from the back. "Tattoos have various meanings to those who get them and it is my job to help them find those meanings." It sounded pompous, of that Chandra was fully aware, but this was his passion and to him it was worth all that pomp and then some. It was an art with centuries upon centuries of history and tradition and he had no time for those who would belittle it. "Just a question: how quickly do you heal?" Useful information, that, and Chandra hoped that Eric continued to be as forthcoming as he has been. The witch was still unsure exactly how he could apply any of the properties of the merman's skin for his own use, but someone many centuries before him had learned how to use demon's blood and that knowledge gave him hope. "Some have found the end of life to be the most important to understanding its course," Chandra carried on, switching them effortlessly back to their previous topic, "And a search for meaning in the meaningless and of remembrance for the long gone is what keeps me in business."
Listening to the merman's request, Chandra nodded to indicate that he was processing as his mind wandered to his supplies. "Blue and pink," he repeated as he tapped his finger along his jawline in thought. "Let me mix the colors for you and you tell me exactly when the shades are correct." Popping up once again, this time he returned with a palette of jars that he used for pigments. All of his inks were made with natural ingredients and that included the pigments he utilized. He prided himself on that. "Did you have an idea for a design," Chandra inquired as he set about filling an empty jar with a base of red powder.