"Yes," he answers but it's with a laugh because really, he wouldn't mind all that much. "Butf the dinosaurs don't do it, maybe this little guy will." He shows her the outer side of his calf, and it's actually not that noticeable compared to all the color on his chest and arms but still, it's there, just chillin' out. "I call him Illia," he explains, a faint smile on his face. "My uncle. He's the one who gave me the nickname. Mom never really loved it but what's she gonna do, right?" There'd been a period of time somewhere around the age of four where he'd straight refused to respond to the name Newton but it had only taken about nineteen years before his mom had accepted the nickname--mostly because he'd gotten his first doctorate by then, thus allowing her to simply refer to him as 'Doctor Geiszler' every chance she'd get.

It almost surprises him that he's remembering all this, he hasn't even really thought about it in years, hasn't seen his parents or his uncle in longer than that. He's had a lot of time to miss them, to become adjusted to not being around them, and it's a fairly unfamiliar pang in his chest that he feels at the silent reminder that he can't see them now, even after saving the world. "You mean you didn't want the slut tattoo?" he teases, snapping himself out of his thoughts. He glances down at the symbol, tracing the lines. "Wish I could help you with a translation. But at least it's a reminder of something you did with your mom, right? Makes it important, no matter what it says."