Buffy skated closer to him, not too close, but close enough it could be considered close without being too close. She wasn't sure what they were, she didn't want to push any boundaries right now. The tiny voice in her head was still telling her she shouldn't be there, that nothing good would come from this. Buffy chose to ignore that voice - she usually did.
"Ohhhhh," Buffy said, cocking her head as she looked at it. It looked like squiggles. Pretty squiggles, but still squiggles. Asian languages always threw her for loop like that. "I like it," she looked up at him and smiled. "It suits you."
And it did. Buffy wasn't a fan of tattoos herself (though she was considering the anti-possession one...sort of), she'd never think of getting one, but she liked them on other people. Booth was one of these people.
"So," she cocked her head. "Hockey, huh? Shoulda figured that one. You look the type," she smiled.