What can I say? I'm a stallion, baby. I got spirit. [ Shrug!! ] Dunno. Got some scars that'd screw up anything on my back, and I'm not sure I could stand some guy stabbing ink into my ribs for six hours, so... maybe a sleeve? Full shoulder-to-wrist piece. I'll crap out something sooner or later, don't worry.

[ #phrasing ]

We are gonna look so frickin' sick. I mean, I'm already unimaginably beautiful and people sometimes tear their clothes off in my presence, but man. This thing's gonna be like putting a cherry on top of a sundae.