"What? You don't like my ink? You don't want Michael's in huge graphic antique font on my abs?" He perks up suddenly, laughing. "What about on the small of my back? A tramp stamp with your name," he teases. "But you will always get the number of kisses you want."

"Uhmmm? I don't know. I just love the punk look of them and... it means I can show off my new prosthetic."