"Back and shoulders, going down the arms, yeah," he said, fingers reaching out to stroke over Dan's tattoo, tracing the details of the wing tips.
Drawing his hand back, he realized that might have been a violation of personal space. "Sorry," he muttered under his breath.
"But yeah, detailed feathers going over the shoulder blades and extending over the shoulder blades and down the arms," he said, tracing what he was thinking on his own arms.