Lindsey didn't bat an eye as the needle hummed over his skin. It didn't hurt very much. His threshold for pain after routinely having his heart torn out was pretty high.
"That's kind of a shame," Ben said. "I want to draw a dragon. Do a backpiece for someone?" Lindsey 'hmmed' an approval. "Firsthand description would've been rad."
"Might be better," Lindsey said. "I never heard of an even-tempered dragon outsida a children's book."
Ben was going to get quite the education. "So...the runes... the... hittin' my truck...what is there you don't know about? You stop me when I get there."
Lindsey rattled off a lot of words: demons, reapers, vampires, slayers, alternate dimensions...