J.J. shook his head, still setting things up on the desk, not actually watching what Mary-Beth was up to, "If you sign your work, your're a fucktard. Your work's supposed to stand on it's own. Yanno?" He could hear the shuffling of clothing, which wasn't at all odd. People shed layers all the time, no big deal.
When she announced where she wanted her ink done, he turned back around and nearly dropped the tattoo gun, "Fuck lady. You're brave aren't you?" He quirked an eyevrow at her. It wasn't the strangest place anyone had gotten tattooed by him, but it was not really a spot people went for on their first time. Plus, you know, nice tits and all.