Tattoos? Eh? Unlike most indecent folks I don't have----

[ A sharp gasp escapes Bastien once he realizes what Sabo meant. He turns around quickly looking positively frazzled as he touches his neck. It's then that his eyes widen a bit. ]

Oh bugger.

[ Bastien lets out a tense chuckle. Just how in the hell he's going to explain himself here? He has no bloody idea. ]

These are not tattoos, lad. [ You know, if Sabo wasn't friends with a shark man, he wouldn't be admitting this. Nope, not at all. ] These be gills, savvy?

Namur isn't the only "fishy" around these parts.