"Exaaaaactly," Cole drawled with a smirk. The marks came looking for something they could remember and he definitely left a lasting impression, one that would not be forgotten anytime soon.
He inhaled when the needle began, comparing the pain to something akin to a scratch that was constantly done and reopened. It wasn't painful, but more... of a sting that was roaming across rather sensitive skin. The pain only got a bit more distracting when the needle scraped across his hipbone, but Cole did what he always did when in pain, he distanced his mind.
"I thought about it," he admitted. "But then I thought you might not tattoo me if I did that."