He giggled a little at the feeling of you marking in his tattoos on his arm with washable markers, the kinds Peter B gave Mayday when you two would babysit her.

He smiled at you as he watched your oh so focused self coloring in his intricate tattoos. "Y’havin' fun there, luv’?" He asked as he stifled a giggle from the tickling sensation on his skin and at the feeling of your soft fingers on his arm as you held it in place to fill it with all sorts of colors just the way he let you.