The murmured comment made Luke smile, happy to see Eddy so enamored with the thousands of speckles that were spattered across his skin.  Luke didn't mind them, had had them forever, but every now and then they made him a bit self-conscious... It was nice to know they were appreciated.<br/><br/>He watched intently as Eddy began to undress, eyes fixating on everything that was exposed.  The tattoos did indeed continue, flowing over him in a cacophany of color and ink-- the poppies, the skulls and the snakes, they followed up his heavily-muscled arm and over his broad chest, the flowers blooming and bleeding down his side.  A larger skull sat over his heart, mouth open wide as a serpent writhed in its jaws, ready to strike.<br/><br/>There was a crest of some kind on the man's stomach; brightly colored with blacks and yellows, accented with white and greens and greys, it caught the eye and held its gaze.  The animals at the foreground were fighting, locked in combat, and above them was a helmet with leaves.  Latin surrounded; Luke couldn't read it, but he was very curious.  Maybe he could ask...<br/><br/>Luke's breath caught as he saw the art on Eddy's back.  That's what it was-- art.  This was much more recognizable for him, having read some mythology as a kid.  Theseus and the Minotaur, struggling together in a battle to the death...  The image looked so real, so carefully rendered and carried out by unbelievably skilled hands, it felt almost possible to see them move.  Luke knew in the story that Theseus won, but as he stared, he could feel the tension, the uncertainty of the outcome.  Perhaps Theseus would prevail this time... perhaps not.<br/><br/>He was so awestruck that it took him a moment to meet Eddy's gaze again, but when he did, he gave him a slow smile that blossomed on his lips, honey sweet and shining like the sun.  "You're beautiful."  It was a simple statement, and not a compliment most men would understand, but Luke meant it-- Eddy was beautiful, all of him, from his weathered features to the collection of art he carried on his body.<br/><br/>Luke stepped foreward, still staring at the images, and lightly ran one hand over Eddy's chest to caress the snake and skull, while the other stroked the crest on his belly.  "You're a gorgeous man...  My lucky night, then."  The smile flicked into a grin, and Luke bit the inside of his cheek.  A very lucky night.