"What? No, back off." He stated in response to your request to draw around his tattoo and on his arm in general. You'd been asking for a while now and everyday you were wearing him down. So you asked five more times while he was working through paperwork and he finally conceded "Just- okay, fine, damnit. Just be quiet." He huffed and yanked his trenchcoat off and settled back on the couch with you straddling his lap as he continued writing with the paper laid on his thigh