"Mortals have become increasingly more ridiculous as time has passed," Tattoos agreed. "What? Oh my accent-if I thought about it, I probably could. Do you want me to?"
He looked down at the girl when she threatened him and tried to hold back a laugh. "Alright, I won't drop you."
Tattoos walked into the little office at the back marked 'private' and kicked the door shut. He put her gently down on the leather couch against the wall and sat on the coffee table. "Now, what's up?"