Calliope had been quiet and so was he. He listened when he finally spoke. He spoke softly , showing sympathy with his voice as he didn't know what he'd do if he couldn't paint any more. "Is there a particular reason? If I may ask." He glanced around the canvas at him. "If it is personal or painful, you certainly don't need to answer."

"That is strange. I guess to add more to hide the female figure somewhat where the men are most nervous to see because they can't control themselves. " He laughed but it wasn't funny. He didn't understand how men so often couldn't just control themselves, even when he was at his most in need, which had been rare, he'd never lost his head. Though , he was admittedly very easily moved by his heart.