Though not one to generally let people invade his personal bubble without leaning away, Shiloh remains where he is, sipping at his soda through a straw as he watches Mason. He wrinkles his nose at the question of infection.

"I don't think so, CC got all the right, like, disinfecting stuff. And... Iason would fix it if it did. Probably." He looks down at the tattoo again, toying with the collar of his shirt, frowning a little. "And I mean... maybe it won't even be there in the morning. Do you think it'll be there in the morning?"