Pushing down his pants, he was aware of Khaal watching him. “You’re gonna ogle me?”
“Yeah. Why do you have paintings on your skin?”
Oh, f**k. Azrail had momentarily forgotten he was covered in devil tattoos. “Because I like them. They’re tattoos.” At Khaal’s blank stare, he guessed the Dogron didn’t have tattoos, or maybe the word didn’t translate. “It’s permanent markings on the skin. I’ll have them for the rest of my life.”
Khaal stepped closer, gently grabbed his wrist with one hand, and traced the devil skull on his right forearm with the other. “You have dead Dogron on your skin?”
“Eh…no. It’s a devil. And I have living too.” Though many of them had skull-like faces on muscular bodies. Damn. “Look.” He turned and showed his back where he had a large devil with wings spanning out o
