[Ah, yes. A glimpse of the Baptiste special: A man who earnestly says some of the sweetest things despite how embarrassing it may be to do so.]

[As fabric is pulled from Ali's frame, Baptiste's eyes lock on to the first glimpse of vibrant ink. He was surprised this guy had a tattoo in the first place - but a back piece this size? Ali instantly wins marks on his resilience in Baptiste's eyes as Baptiste comes closer to look over the ornate lining. A whistle leaves his lips.

Webbed wings. Like a dragon or a devil. It's a perplexing choice, yet only seems to add to the growing intrigue in the back of Baptiste's mind. This guy wasn't a vampire... but what was he? Really just a human?

Well, whatever he was - this guy was certainly not an average politician. Baptiste hand reaches out as if to trace over some of the lines with his finger tips before he pauses. His touch hangs over the other's flesh.

For a moment, the nude shot is forgotten. Instead, Baptiste finds himself indulging in the wonder that's begun to bubble up on just who this was.]

You sat through this whole thing? This is a labor of love to a piece of you. [Baptiste's fingers twitch. He wants to touch it.] I think I'd like it if I met this piece of you sometime down the road.