He shifted his focus from the painting back to her, once more. It was an extended sort of stare, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction and see how to proceed. Of course, he never claimed to be able to read anyone. She hadn't thrown anything at him, or stormed out of the room, or shrieked in disgust, so that seemed good enough for him.
"Well, I suppose you could put it that way. Sure."
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Date: 2013-02-02 08:37 pm (UTC)"Well, I suppose you could put it that way. Sure."