Lauren didn't answer for a moment, busy erasing a few lines on her sketch, arching the neck of the birds a little more to form a more distinct heart shape, though it was still open at the bottom where the lines curved away to the wings. Then she turned it towards him again. "If that works, I'll need the date of the fire and about fifteen minutes to clean it up and make the stencil," she said.
Hopping off her stool, she grabbed a piece of tracing paper and laid it over his chest. "How big do you want it?" she asked, pencil ready to mark the size so she could draw the image to scale. She didn't think about how it might be seen as an invasion of personal space; she'd long since gotten over anything like that, particularly since she spent all day every day tattooing things on people's bodies - in occasionally very private places, too.