That caused him to stop, completely, his eyes moving back to her once more with a rather bewildered expression. Maybe it was a revelation. For so long he never felt like anyone actually saw him for who he is, or understood him at all.

"Well, you are lovely, and I am drawing you with full realism. I do like abstraction, though. You're bold. You're daring. But you're confined. Like me, yeah? Held in rigid walls, trying to break free. But we can't. We're not allowed to..."