He shivered slightly at her nails running over his veins of the untattooed hand, and he looked up at her with a small smile as the roadie with the dinners came in to serve them. He had made sure she had gotten the food she said she liked best out of all the food they'd had together, and he had his own light meal of breaded chicken breast. He was at peace just then. "I... thinks I gunna gets another tattoos." He decided out loud. "Just gots de perfect ideas for one."