Captain Darrow's hand at his buttons didn't escape Jo's attentions. She held little of the same views as most Englishmen, but even she knew better than to undress in such a public setting. Were they across the ocean Jo wouldn't have bat an eye as nudity wasn't such a taboo in Venezuel, but they were quite obviously still on a public patio in London.

Witch Weekly doing a feature on his tattoos was somewhat surprising. Jo had yet to subscribe to the trashy gossip rag (and likely would never) so it wasn't shocking that she was unaware of the feature. If anything, she was shocked only by the fact that it had been done at all. They certainly couldn't have published photos of his tattoos, not if they were on his chest anyway (which was a national tragedy really). Jo's attention drifted back to the buttons of his shirt, curiosity besting her normally subtle nature. There were numerous tribes he could have resided with, all with their own style of tattooing. Just what his looked like Jo longed to know.

"I must have missed that edition." She said with a shrug. "Perhaps if our paths cross abroad in the future you csn show me then."