Hopefully Major Armstrong wouldn't pressure Mustang to strip with him. It hadn't happened yet but one had to wonder if the day would come eventually. Armstrong would be confused as to why Roy never shared his own muscles with the world if he knew about those abs.

Warmth spreads through his chest and his confidence grows again when they lock eyes and she smiles. This was the one person he was hoping would approve of the art on his arm. It takes him a moment then he remembers the sound of clinking glasses and silverware and soft murmurs around them. He quickly pulls his collar back up and starts buttoning up.

"I have a reputation?" he questions. He understands the very specific dedication of the tattoo to his subordinate could cause trouble but it only would if he started showing it off. "A military reputation?" His best guess after just learning that he's an officer.