You are going to get a tattoo. You enter the shop and see no one around.

"I swear it's open," you mutter

"We're open," a familiar, deep voice says

It's your enemy, Theodore.

"What can I do for you, Brat?"

"I want a tattoo,"

"I can do that, follow me."

He points to a chair for you to sit on.

"Where do you want it?"

"My rib"

"Sure, take off your top for me,"

That question catches you off guard

He smirks."I didn't mean it like that unless you want me to mean it like that."