"Good, means I did my job." He gave her a little nod, watching over to stand behind her, as his eyes also rested on the new tattoo, still shinning from the fresh ink. "I was told that you should always look at a piece of art, in the mirror. If helps you see the flaws at that angle. Though this one is... perfect." It helped when the canvas was perfect. As his eyes met hers in the mirror, he offered the smallest smile, before turning. "I've got to cover it, and I've got cream you need to put on it every night, and eventually it'll scab, but don't pick at it." Her being a were she could quicken that whole process, so it likely wouldn't be a bother.
Moving to his little set up cabinet, he took out a bandage, cream, and a cotton swab. As he had before, he lowered himself before her, sinking fully to his knees this time, as he applied a bit of the cream to the new tattoo. "I'd live this own, until you at least get back to the school. If it starts to feel weird, or bother you, come tell me." After placing the bandage over it, he leaned forward, giving her hip bone a little kiss. "You're good to go."
Once on his feet, he went about, cleaning up his station, and putting everything back in order. "Since I don't feel like talking business at the moment, how about we get that drink first, and worry about paper work later." Wes needed to close everything up, make sure the dogs had water, before he locked them in the back office, where they were likely still sleeping. "Give me a minute, then we can head off, all right?" With that, he set off to began shutting things down for the time. He'd likely return later, there were always the weirdo's who liked late night tattooing. Weirdo's, and vampires. But they were pretty much the same thing.