"Depends on where you get them," he said, chuckling quietly. "I mean, anywhere you get a tattoo, it's going to be a bunch of needles drilling into your skin. It's never going to feel great, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise." He laughed again, thinking back to all the posturing he had heard in his past. A little pain with one's pleasure was all well and good, as even Adam knew, but a tattoo was another thing entirely. He thought back to the work done on his chest, inching over ever more of his flesh, at last coursing a path over the hard lines of his sternum. "Skin over bone hurts worse," he said. "I'm sure you knew that. So if you do get one, pick a softer spot than I often have."
He cast her a sidelong glance, black lashes hiding blacker eyes. His smile crept slow across his lips. "If you decide to get one, I'd love to go with you."