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Kaspar sunk his hands into the back pockets of his pants, his head turning back to look over his shoulder as the man spoke again. Thirteenth century? He clearly thought that Kaspar was born yesterday, or perhaps he was trying to get a rise out of him. For a moment Kas considered the merit in playing along, in trying to be believably convinced. Not worth it, instead he opted for his usual method of dealing with men like Jesse. "Oh, wow! Jesse, you are so old, you are an elder. Tell me of the world, oh wise and great one! I am but a fledgling, let me bow at your feet, let me worship at your great and godly altar!" He cooed, with mock enthusiasm, stalking closer.

As he stood once before Jesse he freed a hand, swooping in and bowing his body as if he might drop to his knees at the man's feet for real. At the last moment he snatched out to grab hold of the sketch book. Stupid, most likely VERY stupid but he couldn't help himself. Raising once more he cradled it against his forearm, making a point of rolling his eyes at the man before turning his back on the artist to study the sketch. "Will you free hand it on or stencil? I don't care, I like the style, as long as it fits nicely. I trust you." He turned to hand the book back, instead grabbing his phone and placing it in his pocket once more.

"Just tell me when you're ready for me to get my kit off, Jesse." He tucked his thumb into the top of his pants, fingertips strumming a rhythm over his own hip, waiting for instruction or perhaps to have his *** kicked out of the shop for giving sass.

He'd watched Jesse closely, waiting for the man to react, to get mouthy perhaps, or laugh, or to get mad and throw him out. That last would be fairly disappointing, the man had a good style and Kaspar wanted Jesse's art on his body. "Hey, I know, and I could rock whatever you put on me but i'm guessing your reputation is fairly important to your business and you'll do good work. I told you, I trust you." He shrugged, giving his best innocent face. "I promise to be good, Jesse, oh ancient one." Hel grinned at the agreement that he should get ready, that he would be getting his dagger even with all his misbehaving.

The blonde rocker flicked free the button at the front of his tight, ripped up jeans, tugging down the zip and hooking those thumbs in once more to peel away the tight material. He kicked off the heavy boots along with his pants, tucking them neatly beside the chair and flopping into it,"Sounds good man." Kaspar stretched out his long legs, lounging in the chair as he waited for the inevitable instructions as to how to position his body, for the preparation and finally the prick of the needles moving at speed to permanently mark his skin. He felt a surge of excitement, alive, this was on his list of things to make him feel alive.

He obviously cared very little of Jesse's opinion in the long run, he didn't need it, he just needed the man to be good at his job. He'd heard from other clients that he was, he'd seen his work and had decided it was worth a shot vampiric healing be damned. "Similar size to a small dagger." He should the place on his outer left thigh where he wanted it, giving the vague measurements with his hand. "Wherever it fits best in this area, I want it to have good movement." He flexed his leg, stretching and bending it back in lightly as if to show what he meant, the way the muscle moved beneath his skin.

"How long you been in this line of work, Jesse? You own this place, right? I like the set up."

This wasn't Kaspar's first time, in fact it was somewhere around the 11th or 12th time he'd been tattooed. He made a quick assessment to ensure things were up to par, pleased to see Jesse was taking proper precautions. Sure infection wasn't exactly a big issue these days, but who knew? Plus, he loved that uber clean smell, the antiseptic cream and wiping alcohol. Hel took a deep breath through his nose, letting the scent invade his senses, exhaling with a smile on his face. Jesse had no interest in speaking about any of the topics presented, Kas was beginning to wonder if he should even bother. This would be a long, and boring process if he were to sit in silence. He figured could sing, write in his little book or just watch the man work.

Kaspar gave a little stretch as the man busied himself getting his machine set up, ensuring he was as comfortable as he could be. One hand splayed across his toned abdomen, drumming out a rhythm. Eventually he began to hum over it, eyes closing in concentration as he paused, shaking his head and trying a slightly different tone. A thought struck him, out of nowhere, a tsk of annoyance interrupting the song he was building towards.

"Is it just me, or do women tend to turn mental when they get turned?" The thought seemed to come from nowhere, but just a few nights prior Kaspar had encountered a particularly unpleasant specimen. "I've met two who are worth knowing, the rest have been borderline psychotic. Don't get me wrong, most of our kind seem to pick up some fun issues after their apparent 'death' but the women around here. LORD, have mercy." His nose scrunched up in distaste, the hand on his stomach stilling, fingers spread out comfortably once more."Rot, sie ist verrückt!" He grunted, giving a little shake of the head. "Die rotschopf, uh, the redhead; she was a pain in my ***. I can't deal with redhead's, man. Especially not when they think they are tough, but are clearly scared of getting a spanking if they act out." Kaspar scoffed, leaning over to grab his phone from his pants, so he had something to amuse himself if Jesse planned to remain a cold fish.

The sound alone made his adrenaline buzz along in time with the machine, making it harder to stay still but he managed. A small sigh slipped out as the needle pierced the skin, followed a sharp little inhale of breath, the familiar sting was a welcome one and he relaxed into the chair. A silence took over him, nodding vaguely to Jesse's words. For some that was the case, they were allowed a new freedom but for Kaspar he wasn't so sure, for him it was a potential cage.

"I was freer before, I think. Now i've got restrictions, i've got a timeline. Before? Morality and mortality. I got to choose, I was the only one who could and would place limitations on me. My upbringing was not exactly conventional for the most part, and I could within reason do whatever I wanted, the only risk was it getting caught on camera and upsetting Papa's press presence." He didn't, Kaspar was for all intents and purposes a good guy, sure he'd fucked up in his time but nothing compared to others. He could've been a wretch of a person, lording his money and family's influence but instead he chose to pave his own way. He refused to just by the progeny of a rock star and a model, refused to be a brainless cliche. "What about you Jesse? Freedom or sentence?"