"It's fine if you can't. It just looks weird," he says with a shrug. As if it was that simple, as if he wasn't already self-conscious enough before with a lifetime's worth of scarring, many of which are the result of a childhood he doesn't discuss.

Law's got his own set of new marks on his own skin though, doesn't he? He'd seen the tattoos on his hands before but the t-shirt shows off a little more. He feels like he's become an endless litany of questions, but there's so much to ask about. He'll probably spend the rest of their time here trying to catch up with everything he missed. With the end of his cigarette, he gestures to Law's arms.

"That looks cool, though. What's that mean?" Some kind of spiky ring? He tilts his head, trying to get a look at how it's bent around his forearm.