[He dials down Machai Provocation a notch or two, careful - then, finally, lets it drop. There is something like wariness, and uncertainty, and the intrinsic do-not-want kneejerk response to the game as a whole. There's something startled, about the straightforward positive feelings directed his way - the emotional equivalent of a stutter. Fondness comes in reply, warm and surprisingly soft]

...could give me a real tattoo, instead of a fake one.