as he started the needle up again, he heard you whimper softly to yourself and try to bite your lip to quiet yourself. He let out a low chuckle,lifting the tattoo machine up to give your red thigh a break. "princess, you need another break?" he teased,he then caught your glare you shot at him and he put his gloved hands in the air, in defense. one holding the tattoo machine. "jussttt asking.." he chuckled,shaking his head subtly as he then leaned down to continue working on your thigh.