--I do not mind hearing it again. [Zevran's voice is warm.] Alas, nothing I can do will be quite to this skill. The artisan who did most of this piece was in her sixties - might as well have been two hundred in Crow years. It would take me a very long time to get as good at it as she was. [Zevran peels his shirt entirely off, to show her the work on his arms.] This here, on my left, is my own work.

[The lines are actually quite skillful, and while they are not as elaborate, they are by no means amateur.]