"What is? Oh, the tattoo, thanks. It's a Norwegian Ridgeback, a gift from an old friend of mine. Originally he thought the dragon male, called him Norbert, but we found out Norbert was female, so now she's Norberta." Charlie eyed the tattoo a bit, holding out his arm so Marcus could see it better. "I've got another dragon on my right shoulder—a Ukrainian Ironbelly: they're the biggest dragons, and they're absolutely gorgeous." Charlie would have certainly showed Marcus his tattoo, but they were not in a place where Charlie, as a professor at Hogwarts, should be stripping off his clothes.
"You're lucky you get to travel so much," Charlie said, envious of that fact. He was not one to envy others—Charlie had a tendency to appreciate what he had and not look back too often. The desire to travel was in their family in many places, and Charlie certainly jumped on any opportunity he could to do so. Even as a dragon-keeper, he got to see quite a number of places, and was thankful for it.
Charlie shrugged, "animals aren't for everyone. Some prefer cats, some dogs, and I've been on a broom next to a dragon. It's a brilliant combination of fear, adrenaline, excitement... everything you can possibly imagine. It's more than I ever felt during a match, Flint, and maybe that's why Quidditch was easy enough to look back and not regret it too much." Of course he thought about it, he told Marcus that already, but Charlie had done so much with dragons that he would not have been able to want to change his life around now. He was twenty-six, and likely too old to start now.
"Am I keeping you from anything, mate? I can let you go. Just thought I'd shake your hand and congratulate you on a great season so far."