As Nikolai's eyes wandered over him, Ferran stiffened. He needed to get a handle on himself, thinking that he could feel his friend's eyes on him. It made his breath hitch. Ferran twisted his torso to the left, then to the right. Laying still for so long made him stiff.
I'm not a lizard? he replied, with a soft chuckle. Not that Nikolai would actually tattoo him like a lizard. The man had better taste than that. Ferran watched as Nikolai laid out the brushes, gaze transfixed. It didn't matter what he was doing, Ferran liked watching his friend work.