Tavis raised an eyebrow. "Moth? Ew. Those are all brown and drab and...fuzzy." He shook his hand as if to knock such a bug away. He moved his hand behind his back, not needing reminding. "Anyway, your phoenix tat is way cooler. I think I'm going to work with that somehow." How, he didn't know yet, but art wasn't science. Answers didn't just come because our called for them. He twisted Davvin around so he got a good look of it, then went back to his seat.