Calanthe wouldn't find Pietro in his room either. He'd gone to the kitchen for a bite to eat and had been a made a sandwich. It wasn't uncommon to find him with food on his person regardless of the time of day or how long it had been since his last meal. He was taking into a bite of a sandwich as he walked down the hall when he saw Calanthe heading towards his room and calling for him.

"Oi!" He said with a mouthful of food.

Pietro wrapped his free arm around her as he held the sandwich with the other, he hadn't gotten a plate but was just walking around with the sandwich, probably dropping small crumbs here and there. It was already at least half way gone. He swallowed fully as she released him and couldn't help but grin at her energy. "It was fine...and how about yours?" he asked. "You seem awfully chipper," he added, booping his finger against the tip of her nose.

Pietro looked in surprise between the grimoire, which he couldn't read anyway, and his sister. Well that...hadn't been what he expected. He looked at her for a long moment before his lips slowly curled into a grin. It was right up his alley anyway. His other tattoos had all been experiments too. Why should it be any different from his insanely brilliant sister.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

Pietro had to be honest, that sounded pretty awesome, and hella useful! And he had to admit that a bat tattoo would be pretty cool looking as well. "I think..." he said thoughtfully before he grinned. "That sounds awesome! Just hope you don't screw it up and make me deaf or something," he teased with a little laugh.

Being willing to let people experiment on him meant he had to be willing to face the consequences. Most of his tattoos had turned out fine but the moth one had ended up not quite working like it had meant to and still occasionally glitched which usually ended with him falling on his face out of nowhere as he lost his balance.

Pietro cringed as he let out a laugh as she smacked him. He couldn't help but tease her but he knew she was exceptionally talented. He trusted her and if she did mess it up then he wouldn't fault her for it. In fact, he'd probably just praise her for her efforts.

"Now? You want to do this right now?" he asked. "Give a guy a chance to prepare," he teased her. "Alright, alright, kitchen it is." He did grab one of the cushioned chairs from the sitting room though and used an enchantment to make it lighter as he carried it into the kitchen and set it down where there was the most light.

He flopped down in the chair and looked up as his sister. "Where are you putting this anyway?" he asked.

Honestly Pietro was pretty excited about the idea of this enchantment. Getting into anything that was locked...there were so many things he could use it for and after the meeting at the Blackwood Estate he had a feeling that he might use it more than he would have though so before finding out exactly how much his family had their hands in the state of things in Arynn Frey and beyond.

He held out both hands in front of him, weighing them to decide which hand to use. After a moment he held out his left out to her and closed all of his fingers except for his index finger. "This one," he said with determination and a grin on his lips as he looked at his sister.

Pietro watched her look and there was a brief expression of sad envy in his eyes. He had watched many enchanters work but he could never do what they did until he become enlightened and could actually read the texts that would provide him with the knowledge of how it all worked. He wondered if he'd ever get there.

But he pushed that feeling away and grinned at his sister with a wink as he set his hand on the table so she could begin. He draped his free arm over his eyes so he couldn't see. "Just do it," he said in a playful, over-dramatic tone.