"Anytime you want to see my tattoo just ask." Her smile made him happy. He knew however that their time together would end in a few hours until Monday. "I understand the whole protective brother thing. Our drummer Stacy has a very protective brother. We view him as our personal security guard. Why would they kill you over getting a tattoo though?" He stepped from behind her and walked around to her front and took the bass and set it on the floor. He was talking to her and wanted to give her his full focus.