"Oooooooh!" Calista fluttered her eyes upon realizing what his creative spark was. Well, that explained the whole putting up his hands part. Hur hur. "I get it. That's really awesome, though. You do a lovely job on them. The most I do with sketches are just designs for outfits I have in mind. Sometimes I actually make them, sometimes I don't."
She continued to poke her head around, eying Quentin's tattoos some more. Now she was dying to get some more ink for herself. While she absent-mindedly looked over them, her hands lingered against his own, a bit unaware of the fact that she had yet to pull them away. Calista was too caught up in the shiny ink to even be worried that her touching his hands might possibly make the poor guy uncomfortable. While her mind continued to drift off into the clouds, she relapsed for some reason back to when they talked about Heaven and Hell. Tilting her head to the side, she began to softly sing.
"Sing me a song, you're a singer. Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil. The Devil is never a maker. The less that you give, you're a taker. So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell." She was far more mellow singing than when she was on stage. Probably had to do something with the lack of a microphone and spotlight.