Not everyone is so keen on sharing, yeah? But it makes for a bit of a dull sex life, if you ask me. [Dafydd can think of exactly one person he wouldn't necessarily like to share, but even if it weren't an impossible thing he would find it in his heart if it meant making things work out. But that's a sad train of thought for another kind of drinking; tonight is about the fun kind.

His eyes follow the movement of Tristan's fingers, curious to see what they might do. The touch is simple, as is the magic, but it makes him swell a little as the circle is closed and suddenly they're sharing a little loop of warmth. As his magic enters Tris, it mixes with him and takes on a different flavor upon returning back to Day.

Licking his lips and drawing his focus back to the conversation, he laughs and picks up the little paper umbrella from his drink to spin it between his fingers.] Tattooing other losers for practice so I don't have to operate out the back of a van. As far as customers go, Max's been one of the nicer lads to stumble through the shop.