"If you held my hand, you would have intimidated my tattoo artist," she points out with a quiet little snort that should have been a laugh. "I know what you're like."

He would have glared at glowered and loomed over her artist, blocking his light and making his hands shake. No, it's better that he had been kept in the dark and only now discovered what she had done.

"You like?" It's pretty obvious he likes, but she wants to hear it anyway.