Danny didn't wait for an invite to sit on the tattooing table, chair thing. He reclined back, arms as a pillow, and sighed happily while Sam worked. In the quiet, he glanced around the space. Tattoo artists in his experience liked to add their own touch to their spaces and Danny was curious what kind of things the werewolf would want to show his patrons.
Patrons. Hah. Sounded like Sam was some kind of prostitute. The dragon's gaze roamed over Samuel and decided it wasn't that wild of a thought to entertain. Impossible to tell with clothes on, but the way Sam filled his gave Danny enough for his imagination.
When Samuel was ready, Danny sat up and peered at the drawing on the tablet screen. "Damn. Yeah, that's sick as hell. You just came up with that?" He glanced up at Sam's face, clearly impressed.