If you cannot tell by the marks- [Offhand, idle, but surely they are known here, are they not? Zev motions to the tattoos on his cheek, chest, and shoulders.] I am a Crow. An independent one, but a Crow nonetheless. That should be proof enough that I can do whatever is required of me.

[Too distracted by the book to notice the man getting dressed, and it's a pity. Those are lovely legs to miss out on oogling.]