"Now see, that's a story I can get behind, because even if the relationship doesn't work, you still deserve any guy you want," Artan nodded, grabbing his pencils to fill in the color and take a look at it. "Yeah, I can do that without a guide. All righty, sweetheart, why don't you take a seat in one of those cozy black chairs back there, and I'll get things set up for you. I'll be with you in a few minutes. While you're there, I'll need you to wash up that hand of yours with some that disinfectant, right there in that bottle. Thanks." He turned to Dean and grinned, nudging him faintly, "Relax, big guy," he murmured, "This sort of thing works out better than a name or matching tats. Meanings can change over time." He started mixing the red inks so he had a nice gradient to work with, and came over in short order to sit down on the stool nearby.