Booker hummed at the suggestion. He supposed his chest was as good as any other part of him. It was a bigger canvas than Nicky's hand. It wouldn't hurt since it was just an ink that stained.

"I see your plan. You're trying to get me shirtless like you did with Andy." He jerked his chin in her direction. It'd be nice to touch her but he would disturb Joe's drawing to do it. It was never a good idea to disturb an artist at work.

"Between the three of us I have the most steady hand and some drawing skill." Those years of forgeries and counterfeiting had been good for more than just occasionally filling their pockets. "Nicky drawing anything makes me think it'll look like a birthmark of some kind and nothing else."