Eddy smiled at the joke, showing a crooked, rough expression that Luke liked-- not used much, he could tell, but it suited the bartender.  And Luke had a thing for rugged, older men, so the smile was a little bit more inviting than perhaps the guy had meant it to be.<br/><br/>Eddy asked, and Luke's slightly bemused grin grew wider as recognition dawned on him, nodding a little as he spoke.  "The 6-Fingered Man's sword...  Yeah, I remember."  He looked pleased with himself, happy to recall the name, or at least enough.  "Good movie...  The rats freaked me out as a kid, though."<br/><br/>"Why the sword...?"  He took another sip, the heat nearly evenly dissipated through him, no longer feeling the chill.  If the guy wanted to talk about it, Luke was happy to listen-- and he was curious, more so than maybe he should be.  But Eddy seemed interesting, like he had stories to tell... and Luke wanted to be distracted.<br/><br/>Luke had no tattoos of his own, except his natural spray of freckles and minor sun damage; he'd thought about it, even looked up some possible pictures and made some little sketches, but had always chickened out and never gone through with it.  But he had to admit, they were a lot of fun to look at, and Eddy had plenty for him to admire while he drank away his problems.