Marco tilted his head, considering Felix's fact about the tattoos and deciding that it made sense. The motion messed up his floating, and he dipped under again before wading again, softly pushing himself towards the shallower end of the pool so he could stand and talk. "Yeah I don't have any. I mean, I had that henna one for a while." He resisted the urge to scratch at his neck since he was swimming. "I never had the money for it, and, um... I don't know what I'd get. Maybe something cute, like a butterfly." He snickered, grinning at Lucy so she'd know he was kidding. "I like your... is it an owl?"