"Adam." He took her hand, giving it a firm, quick shake. With a faint smile he looked down to his arm, where deeply-inked whorls of color and vibrant, organic shapes patterned his skin. A muted smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his small sense of pride stirred by her compliment. "And thanks, yourself. I've had the same guy since I was sixteen. I'm always up for checking out new artists, though. It's a shame your friend moved." His smile quirked a bit broader. "If the rest of that back piece is as good as what I can see of it, he might be worth a road trip."