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31a. Tattoo
To Keith's amusement, the artist did his work after using a topical anesthetic, saying it was to prevent a flinch from spoiling the design. Remaining still and with no more than minor sensations of pressure on his face, though, seemed to be making him more receptive to what had to be his thakur—the things he was feeling certainly couldn't have had their origin in a properly-raised warrior!
For one thing, the idea of the Family's sexual activity no longer bothered him, even with the certainty that it would include man-loving. His thakur's approval and enjoyment of watching such things meant he should as well, and he seemed to be making the adjustment. He might not be able to take part himself just yet, though the men on his thakur's team were beginning to seem more desirable … It was generous of the gods, he thought, to make even such a drastic change to his thakur's values and standards so easy for him.
Eventually the artist was finished, and handed Keith a mirror. "What do you think?"
Keith studied his cheek for a moment, then nodded. "Your skill is worthy of my thakur. I thank you."
"You're quite welcome." The artist turned, bowed to Cortin. "By Your Excellency's leave?"
"Granted; Lieutenant Degas will take you to your home or your studio, as you prefer." She turned to Degas. "Tony, give him his fee—plus a bonus for the house call and inconvenience. Double should be about right."