All that pretty ink would likely spoil the taste anyways.

[Hector finally turns his head when Isaac comes to stand beside him, and he does look. He's not doing this for sex, but that doesn't mean he has to pretend to be blind. Isaac's body holds a harsh and savage beauty, and Hector catalogues it in his brain.]

It's no magic cure. But even if it does nothing else but scent the air, it won't hurt anything.

[He spreads an open palm toward the tub, an invitation for Isaac to step into the steaming water.]