"Still, just because you've been doing it for less time and are as talented as you are shows that you've got a gift." She felt things happening behind her - dampness and his certain fingers moving over the skin.
The buzz unnerved her for a moment, but she did as he instructed, leaning forward and sitting very still. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else, letting herself think about Besaid and watching Yuna play on the beach. The needle stung at first, but no worse than accidentally hitting herself with a spell had when she'd been very young. Maybe being a warrior had given her a high threshhold - she supposed getting hit with an aeon's claws would up anyone's tolerance for pain.
When he told her she wasn't a pussy, she tried not to laugh, instead letting her lips curve upward into a smile. "Well, thank you. I'm glad to hear that." She spoke a little more loudly than usual to be heard over the buzz. "His name's Skwisgaar Skwigelf. I'm ... well, I suppose you could say we're together. He's got a number of them, and they're all beautiful." She'd spent many an evening tracing them with her fingertips, touching her tongue to the multicolored skin.