"Mm, maybe don't lick the charcoal, love," he agrees with a laugh, then turns so she can see the back of his neck. There's probably not much there at all, she'd only been touching him for a moment and further to the point, he really doesn't much mind. He goes home from the studio with more charcaol than that on a daily basis.

"But now you've got my interest," he says, with his back still to her. "At least when it comes to something other than charcoal. How's it look? Have you made a terrible mess of me?"

His tone suggests he wouldn't mind that either.