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"Romance is wasted on that man, I hope you know that," Lucius says upon hearing his request, but he's sweet enough to kiss him on the cheek and make a perfect drawing all the same.
You can't tattoo a wound, but once the teeth-marks on his shoulder have healed, Fang takes that drawing of them to Wee John, who in turn takes out his needles and ink.
The romance isn't wasted on Izzy; not if the matching love-bite on his other shoulder that night is anything to go by.