[ Alby raises his eyebrows at the suggestion, shaking his head in a well mannered way -- and yet, if Newt's offering, he's definitely not saying no. His eyes are, unabashedly, checking him out as they trail his body, lingering, swelling with something close to affection when he locks onto the single word at his hip.

( Honestly God bless whoever decided to put the tat right there. )

He reaches out to touch it, then, fingers tucked behind Newt's hip while the pad of his thumb traces over the etched letters, prettily black against what seems like impossibly white skin. It seems sentimental for someone he honestly just met, but they're clearly soulmates for a reason, and Alby thinks he gets why. They just work, easily enough. It makes him weirdly happy, like there's understanding in the world -- and color, and happiness, and other really, really lame things he'll never say out loud. ]

It could have been worse. [ He nods, eyes lingering on the tattoo before flickering up to meet Newt, not even considering the idea of bringing his hand away. His skin is too sinfully smooth. ] Newt. Think you've got the better end of the tattoo deal here. Though, mine doesn't seem so bad anymore.