He was electing to only get one tattoo that evening, as two consecutive needles would be far too much for him. He wasn't used to pain, he didn't like pain, and paying someone to inflict it upon him was contrary to everything he'd ever thought. His other one would come later.
The photo of his harp made him smile a little, and he pluced imaginary notes on his jeans to calm himself down after he finished his beer as well.