"It's an ugly tattoo? One of the worst you've seen?" he finishes helpfully. "No, it is. Don't be sorry."
Damn, he did say it, and he thinks about being embarrassed but doesn't quite get there. "I don't have the legs for it." And now she's closer and he doesn't know what to do about that. Bringing a hand up to cup her cheek seems like the right course of action. "If you don't have any objections, Dr. Jones, I'm going to kiss you."