"I realize that, but ye realize we're out in the middle of a campus full o' students? I'm not plannin' to disrobe in front of a bunch'a wee kiddies." Even if some of them weren't particularly 'wee'.

Haage's laughter still echoed in her mind--why the damn demon was still busting a gut was beyond her at the moment, but the fact that he was had her mind racing. He was amused because she was missing something. What was it?

"All right. Aye, I agree, I need yer help, an' I will let ye look at my tattoos as much as ye need--once I've a room, or ye've got a room, where we can have privacy, aye? And I...owe ye a favor, to be determined an' to the best of my ability. An' not invokin' Haaage to do it. We've got an agreement. Shake?" Roisin nodded, both to him and herself, and offered the god a hand.
There was probably still danger she hadn't thought of in this entire thing, but. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.