Roy chuckles hesitantly. "I wanted to do it. The alcohol didn't help my judgement but I wanted to." He won't get into the desperation he was feeling to take control of his body and mind after discovering how Pride was manipulating him, that's a conversation for another time. "I'm guessing this is unlike my usual self? I don't know if body art is fitting for the person I ought to be." The stereotypical armed forces tattoo was devoted to a division and rarely involved flowers.

He goes quiet again and watches her expression curiously as she examines the art closer. He had just been questioning his decision to express his feelings for her moment ago when she broke the news to him but the way she traces a finger over the design makes him realize he had foolishly jumped to conclusions a second time. It's complicated. Indeed.

"Devotion, faithfulness, and magnificent beauty," he answers, still watching her expression.