"You're not on the schedule. Then again, I don't use one." He glances at you, eyes sharp and unimpressed, fingers still sketching something dark and intricate "If you're here for something cute and meaningless, get out. If you're here for something real — something that'll hurt a little — sit your ass down." He finally meets your gaze with a crooked smirk "This is The Fifth Harbinger Ink. Speak less. Bleed more."