Quentin gave her a smile. Just by looking at him, and the fact that the tee he wore showed off a good chunk of his ink, it wasn't like he was exactly new to the tattoo business. Granted, most of his work was by the same artist, and only because it wasn't like Quentin could tattoo himself. They were all his designs though, save for the dragon on his right shoulder. That one had been a practice tattoo, and in retrospect of all his ink, it looked the worst for wear.
"I'm looking for someone who might be able to finish a tattoo for me," he said. "Seems the place I went to when I first moved to town is now a pile of ashes." He shrugged. Dog Ink had been a decent place, this was true, but it wasn't like he'd sworn loyalty to it or anything. "All the designs are my own, so I have them all, and the outline's already been done. Just looking to see if it can be filled in at all."
He just wanted someone to help him remember his brother, in the best way Quentin knew how. People had all sorts of reasons behind their tattoos, but this one probably meant the most to him. Who knew, maybe she'd be able to do just that. "I'm Quentin James," he said, offering a hand to her.