"Nah." [The redhead straightens, lowering his arms. It is a bit of a cramped space, what with the artist already having more limbs than average before his customers started sprouting more.]

"And here I thought our clothes were the only things they took."

[Interesting. Maybe he got off better than he thought. The Nobody tilts his head, getting a better look.]

"So. What, think you'll keep sprouting more pairs of those the more tattoos you get?"