"Mine is the finest." He wasn't that cocky, but he had the best hand on the island, but hand in Vegas. He was talented, and knew it. That was all. Wes never judged a book by it's cover. You were often left shocked as hell, if you did that. Though, usually appearance told the complete story, and you were disappointed. It was a shame, when people were only one dimensional. Leecee, however, seemed to be far from simple. Just as he, was far from simple.
Wes didn't know shit about putting actual magic into his tattooing. He knew it for being art, that was all. Yes, people did often come in, requesting symbols that would offer some type of protection, or luck... whatever. He didn't buy into all of that. A tattoo was just that. His own for example. Having demons all over his body, did not make him more in touch with his demon side. They simply amused him. The way human viewed his kind, making them monstrous, she they would be easier to hate. No one wanted to hate something, that looked so human.
He considered her for a moment, "Yeah, why not." Looking around to everyone, he cleared his throat. "If I come back, and anything is missing, I will hunt you all down, and pull off all of her finger, and toes nails, with pliers. Got it?" His voice sounded through the shop, so that not one person would miss what he had to say. Not surprising, this earned him quite a few horrified looks, but that was the point. He motioned for her to follow, leading her first into the green booth. "This is where the magic happens... well, inking magic, anyway."