"Conforming? Ouch," Terrence said, raising a hand to his chest as if he'd been hit. "Just because I have a tattoo that matches everyone else's in this town, I am still a special, unique snowflake. Just like everyone else."
He laughed and took another drink. Any other day, he might have made a joke about how the Dark Lord himself had said so, and if Duke didn't believe it, he should ask Him himself - but tonight wasn't the night for that sort of joke. Maybe no night would be the night for that sort of joke, anymore. But he could still answer Duke's question.
"Still can't tell you what happens in my department at the Ministry, and you can probably guess what my personal life is like, considering Ella and I don't bother with shame. Overall: I'm good."