[His next sip is followed with a wince and he sets it aside as she lingers close. It sets that touch-reticent part of him a little on edge, but he’s had plenty of practice ignoring it for a time. Besides, this was light enough…it was fine.

He shakes his head.]

Not always, but it had heart. That’s all art needs.

[He glances at the spread and then her.]

…you’re not eating or drinking anything. What angle have you got, lovely?