"Oh!" Midnight sits up and lowers his shades further to get a clearer look at Rook, grinning wide and even friendlier, now. "You're the guy who saved Ulysse's ass the other night! Aw man, I'm so glad you took the job. You've got no idea what a huge relief that is, with all the shit that keeps coming-"

He catches himself before he babbles on endlessly, though, and laughs, shaking his head as he reassures Rook, "There's only us three, so don't worry, you don't have to worry about more family members popping outta the woodwork. And yeah, I did some of Arie's tattoos. He let me practice on him when I was an apprentice, but he won't let me cover them up so he can tease me about them."

Giving Rook an appraising look, Midnight's grin grows even more. Yeah, this man will do just fine. He looks tough, and from what Ulysse explained, he's got the skills to back the appearance. To say he could be a literal lifesaver is a gross understatement and Midnight might be feeling a surge of affection for the man who's already saved his brother twice.

"You know what? You last a month at the Roadhouse, I'll do you a piece for free. We'll say..." he trails off and squints, holding up his hand to circle his palm, "around this big? Whatever style you want."