"You can't always wear a bathing suit around the ship," he said. That would just be weird.

He watched her move as she talked about the tattoo, a dark and inscrutable look on his face. Whatever she might say or however fine she might be about that tattoo, it didn't make him happier about it. The fact remained that she had been permanently marked. Even he, of all the people in the cosmos the one who could most claim the right to do that, wouldn't have ever gone down that path.

He was mad enough to grind teeth.