Brooke did as Aramis suggested and then lowered herself into the stool, smoothing down her Fendi skirt and crossing her legs demurely. "As long as it's not tattooed on your flesh," Brooke joked. "I'm not sure the other four would appreciate it." Pause. "Or...having it engraved on their bones as well." She paused, then, and her raspberry-glossed lips twitched. "You're the one named after men's cologne, right?"