"Huh," Danny grunted as he absorbed this. According to some anthropologists, the human people Danny was born around and vaguely resembled had migrated down from what is now the US, called themselves the Aztecs, and had taken over the Mayans. Which meant a lot of ancestry of Mexicans today were from the tribes that once lived further north. Navajo and the like. Which meant some of the humans who had killed Danny's family could've been decedents of Samuel's tribe. A dragon could hold a grudge. Danny wondered which tribe and region Sammy boy was from, but didn't get a chance to ask just yet.
"You kidding?" Danny snorted, using his arm not being tattooed to pillow his head, stretching it behind him. "And let a bunch of fucking humans ink me? No thanks."
He eyed Samuel and debated asking. His unanswered questions kept stacking up, when all Samuel seemed interested in was the tattooing and the business surrounding it. Maybe he'd just keep this business related. And maybe he didn't care what Samuel wanted.