"Good, cause I'm not letting you back out at this point. Let's go," he grinned and grabbed her arm, tugging her along as he went out the front door. He knew a good muggle tattoo parlor that she'd appreciate. Once they were outside, he turned and apparated to the back of the shop which was small and had the usual alternative look. It wasn't dirty or anything, just had tons of punk band flyers and stickers where art work didn't cover the walls and he knew the owner - she was actually a witch. "Got the picture of what you want?" He asked, leading the way around to the front.