Trixie smiled at him as he went into tattoos. "Oooh, does that mean I get to pick?" She teased, giving him a mock-surveying look, as if she were genuinely contemplating tattoos for him. "I'm thinking you get a unicorn right here." She nodded seriously, lightly touching his upper bicep. "And then a whole bunch of flowers with a random women's name," She slid her hand down to his elbow. "And then just random, biker looking tattoos. Skulls, snakes, roses, dogs, I dunno." She chuckled, sliding her hand down to his wrist and then off his arm. "It's never too late to get tattoos." She said playfully, grinning at him.

He glared at the tease, continuing the look as she prodded him with her ideas for tattoos. "The unicorn and other animals would be far more enticing. Maybe I should get Trix tattooed in a circle of dogs running in a circle." He grinned, an evil look. "I don't know about that, I've never seen an angel with a tattoo after death. Makes one wonder if they would disappear if I healed myself." Only one way. "..wanna find out?"

Trixie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right here. And you could put "I like" in little letters right above my name. Puns, right?" She said sarcastically, gesturing to his upper arm. She tilted her head at the observation. "Yeah, that's because most angels are lame." She teased, tilting her head at the question. "Uhm, is that even a question? Of course I do." She grinned.

"Oh that is a great idea." He grinned. "Angels are lame because we like following the rules." He gave her a mild glare. Tilting his head down. "I suspect you would know a place we could go get me such a luxurious tattoo." Narrowing his eyes, his tone was questioning.

Trixie rolled her eyes. "Rules? Blegh. Lame." She teased, smiling at him mischievously. "Of course I do. Unlike you, I'm not lame. The real question is if I'm going to have to hold your hand or not." She teased, holding her hand out to him, insinuating that he take it.

He glared. "Heaven has it's perks." He squared his shoulders. He gave her an offended expression, mild. He really didn't make faces very often. It shows. "I did die you know, I'm not a ..a wimp? Is that the right word?" He still spent too much time in heaven. He took her hand. His was bigger than her's noticably.

"I'm sure it does. Hell has some as well." Trixie shrugged, giving him a light smile and raising her eyebrows at his offended face. "I didn't think you were, but who wouldn't take any excuse to hold my hand?" She said sarcastically, grabbing his hand gently. In an instant, they were somewhere else. Specifically, in front of a small, nice looking tattoo parlor. She didn't quite let go of his hand, looking up at him with a slightly concerned expression. "Are you sure?" She asked thoughtfully, glancing at the shop.

"I'm sure it does." He narrowed his eyes. "Well, you're a demon. I don't know if you know but most would call you unclean." He made a mocking face. Glancing around at the new surroundings, interesting. He glanced at their hands, letting go hesitantly. "Of course I am." He smiled slightly.

Trixie shrugged, lightly taking her hand to flick her hair to cover the awkward break. "Just wanted to make sure. Let's go see if angels can get tattoos. Ooh, and we can get a matching one." She suggested teasingly, opening the door into the shop and leading him in. It looked like any typical tattoo parlor- small, punk rock esque, with every available surface covered with designs. There was a small area for chairs that acted as a lobby, and a thin, black haired and majorly tattooed woman at the front desk. She couldn't have looked less interested if she tried.

"Are you gonna get "i like Trix" on you too?" He asked in a tone that sounded way too serious. He looked around, it was quite overwhelming for someone who'd never been there. He looked back at her, mostly hoping she'd do all the talking. ..Cuz how do you ask for a tattoo?