...You sure? I do stick-n-pokes, mostly. Nothing real fancy. Hurts more that way. [Satan.] But-- if it's your first, it really oughta be something that means something to you.

Besides, if you lemme pick, I'm gonna make you mark yourself up with my sigil, kekeke. Like this--

[Satan can't draw for shit, as we all know, but if there's anything any good devil knows, it's their own sigil. And his is simple enough, at least from what little I can glean from the tiny-ass ingame art, I'm suffering. Anyway, he's going to start scratching it, just heavy enough to leave the faintest red lines in his wake; it's basically this, but with a bit more detail, but like. That's all he's scratching onto Wriothesley's wrist, grinning smugly away as if this is the smoothest move ever.]

There. That's my sigil. If you roar loud enough that even I'll hear your voice in Hell, then you won't need it, but when you go home...Maybe try drawin' this. Maybe I'll hear you worlds away and come.

[He'll sit there for a second longer, smirking fondly at Wriothesley and rubbing his thumb over the scratched sigil, before pulling back and focussing on showing off his tattoo. Let him show off his sick delts bro, he works hard on them and he's proud!]

Right now I just gotta barcode on my arm. Might change it while I'm stuck here, who knows?