Ink chalked up Lara's lack of an answer to her question regarding her family name to the way she was looking at her. Ink certainly knew incantations and substances she could ingest that would make her irresistible but she had never needed to use them. Ink had learned quite a bit from Lady Bevel, despite having quite different tastes in style. She knew how to stand out, how to command attention. She was certainly commanding this girl's attention, perhaps with a little help from that drink. It didn't drastically alter one's mind. Rather, it made a person more accepting of their own desires.<br/><br/>Ink, of course, wasn't Ink's real name. But she went by the nickname almost exclusively so it was how she introduced herself. It was also easy to remember and in keeping with a favorite, sort of all purpose kind of magic she employed. Lady Bevel had made the tattoos herself, using sacred inks that could be imbued with magic. They were enchanted and completely under Ink's control. She leaned her elbows on the table, her drink to one side, chin resting on her hands. Tendrils of her tattoos began moving slowly across her skin, winding around her in different ways, like growing vines. The roses turned a passionate red, a group of four of them blooming on her chest with vines and leaves just under her collar bones.<br/><br/>"I'm happy to help with that research if you'd like. I may not be an enchanter but all kinds of magic utilize magical theory. Any witch worth her salt has to learn the basics and I wouldn't want you getting hurt trying anything from that book without the proper foundations." She smiled, rolling her glass back and forth on the table. "Why don't you come upstairs with me? I've got an apartment on the floor above. I could give you some reading material to get you started."