Eddy eased himself against the bar, settling his weight into a comfortable lean against the counter. His small smile grew a little bigger at the kid's teasing. The expression was slightly crooked from disuse, revealing imperfect not-quite-pearly-white teeth but they were clean and all there, at least.<br/><br/>He shrugged his massive shoulders in response, finding the boy's assessment rather fair. Still, Eddy had his reasons and he was feeling too easy to start in on explaining it all.<br/><br/>Instead he latched onto the boy's curiosity and he offered his forearm out, palm up to reveal the dark lines of the tattoo, black for the blade but bright gold for the pommel and handle and iconic wrist guard.<br/><br/>"You ever seen Princess Bride?" Eddy asked. It seemed a rather cheesy film to have immortalized on his body, but Eddy loved it far too much to ever be embarrassed by his choice.<br/><br/>The franchise really meant something to Eddy, more than just being an iconic film, and with whiskey burning pleasantly in his belly Eddy felt loose enough to explain why if the kid decided to ask.