[He has to think on what to paint, for a moment, before he languidly dips his brush in the red paint before he slowly outlines something over and around John's right eye.]
I'm not a painter. A pen's more for me.
[Still doesn't seem like it's stopping him, though.]
no subject
I'm not a painter. A pen's more for me.
[Still doesn't seem like it's stopping him, though.]
Don't move, if you can.