Bahorel laughs (and he's going to have to get used to that, the way this body wants to pace it) . "Backing down from the challenge?" He shakes his head and waves it off. "Go sparring, get yourself drunk, whatever. You're not likely to do anything to it I've not done before, and if you do then I salute you. We're like this for a few days; may as well enjoy it." This time he says it without the Implications. He waves broadly; go on, go on. "I trust you, you have my entire permission; don't worry about it." If Feuilly was really going to do anything horrible to him, there have been ample opportunities.

"And I probably won't practice tattoos."

...Probably.