"Yeah," Quentin agreed. Truth be told a fire like that was something he'd never see coming, and he was a clairvoyant. He only saw things through his art, and he almost never painted flames, so he guessed he was set in that regard. Who the hell knew anymore? He sure as hell didn't. As much as he wanted to avoid it, at the end of the day he was still a James, and that meant he was connected to the water. He couldn't run from that forever.
He nodded, "My designs, and my drawings. I'm a painter by profession, and I know a fair bit about tattoos, been getting them for a few years now." His collection wasn't something you had done to your body over the course of a couple weeks. Quentin took his time deciding what tattoos he wanted, now. He only had so much space to work with, as it were, and he didn't want to waste it. Over the years he'd learned to work with his tattoo artist, instead of against, and having that relationship built up between them had helped with that. Starting all over in Michigan, it was only now occurring to him that he'd have to start over here, too. "I don't tattoo myself, no. Never really had the patience to learn." That and Quentin's work ethic for anything besides painting was more or less nonexistent.
"That would be awesome, actually. The outline is healed up enough to finish it up whenever you have an artist free." Quentin looked up, selecting a few portfolios to look through. When the right art style hit him, he would know. Most of his own work had a fantasy touch to it - it happened when you had a fascination with dragons like he did - but that wasn't really what he was looking for. As this was the only color tattoo he planned on getting, he wanted to make sure it was absolutely right. The one portfolio he lingered on seemed to strike him as the most real - it was bright without being tacky, but there was something different about it, too. "I like this," he murmured, looking through the pages.