He didn't think deeply on the question, Darius didn't have to.
"I mean, yes for the most part. Hugging my mother or sister has never bothered me though those instances are rare and brief. But outside of them, it does bother me. Like I'm exposed and out of my element. "

He folded his hands neatly on his chest. "Calliope is beautiful. Like all of my models. I love a face I can stare at and I want to immortalize it. They have a strong presence but also are a total enigma. It captured me so I wanted to paint them. I... have always made it a rule not to get too close to my models. But I failed twice with them and my friend who married. I didn't sleep with her. But I have hugged her and been held." He sighed miserably and closed his eyes. "I wanted to comfort her, as I suppose Calliope wanted to comfort me when... we ended up together. I haven't seen nor spoken to them sense. And I haven't had the spark to paint since then either." He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

"The body is a curse!"