[He tenses right the hell up when Garrot takes a step towards him...... only to relax immediately again when this big dude sits down next to him. Sitting is also fine and acceptable. As long as he's got the sun on his skin, he's content, listening to Garrot's question with a sort of idle curiosity]

[An idle curiosity that becomes just the biggest grin in the world. He loves his body and his various mods and he's all too happy to talk about them]

My uh... [What's the word for this relationship? There are a few that work, and he supposes it's easier to just pick one]

My wife wanted to use me as a canvas, so I let her. She does such good work, I didn't even think about saying no. [He raises an arm, turning it around so he can admire the coil and angle of the lines where they end just before the natural black of his own skin] She started here and [shrug!] I never told her to stop.

[And then he finally turns his attention to Garrot again, looking over his tattoos for a moment... then reaching out to run a couple fingers over the wolf on his calf. The touch is thoughtless, like he's used to close contact without it necessarily meaning anything]

I like this one.