Carlos laughed a bit. Gael wasn't wrong - it had been sexual. Carlos had sat beside him as Mathis worked, and there eyes had met whenever the tattoo gun was worked close to the bone where the pain was the sharpest. Between that and watching Gael with his hand wrapped around his cock, Carlos was nearly ready to see what happened if an Eight and a Seven were caught on the Green. "It's not always sexual, but then I haven't tattooed myself in quite the same place." The most painful had be the one on his ribcage, and there was nothing sexual when Tania inked him, frankly. On the other hand, he was fairly sure that Mathis would have closed up if he and Gael had invited him out.

"It suits you," he said, though, as he pulled Gael in for a kiss that was far less sweet than the one they'd shared on the Green, and more sensual. "Well, it's certainly late now," he murmured. "Carnivale will be getting interesting about this time."