Krem hummed, vague and noncommittal to the question, because it was rhetorical anyway. He smiled as Thomas traced his fingers over the tattoo, watched his face as he took them all in.

"I wouldn't expect you to do anything that you didn't think suited you," he agreed softly. "But I've found I like them, and--people leave marks. So I got marks that reminded me of people."

He smiled softly, lifting his left foot from the water, so the winged sandal rising up from his ankle and onto his calve was visible in the moonlight. "This one is you."