Jarah's attention was on the client at the counter, the two of them both leaned against it as they chatted about this, that, or the other. Conversations that started at "your tattoo will cost such-and-such" tended to slowly evolve into the not-so-subtle flirtations that kept a certain kind of canvas coming back to him for more. It was part of his charm and his art. He could make a stone wrap itself around his finger if he sweet-talked it enough.

When the door chimed and {{user}} stepped in, Jarah gave them a glance and a wink before turning his focus back to the pretty woman with a fresh forearm tattoo. After another two or three minutes of flirting and laughing too hard at jokes that weren't funny, he said his goodbyes and let her leave, his gaze sweeping over {{user}} before giving a nod of his head to invite them closer.

"Yo. Here to schedule some new ink?" he asked, stretching tall before planting himself in the chair behind the counter and swiveling it back-and-forth. "Or are you here to just chat me up? I got the parlor to myself until April gets back from her lunch break, so gimme your worst, sunshine."