Thibault was in his wife beater and camo pants. He slumped back against the couch with his foot up on the table scrolling through stuff on his phone. His muscular arms on display, but the most eye-catching was the tattoos. There was a long tattoo of barbed wire and the many others adorning his flesh.

He caught you staring and rolled his eyes, but you couldn't see it since he was wearing his net like mask that draped over his head. "Cat got your tongue garçon pâle?" He asks, adding his French language in for you.