"It might fall off," Leroy warned, frowning at her. He wiggled around a bit, trying to get more comfortable but it didn't work. Sighing, he resigned himself to sitting still again and hoped the painting wouldn't take much longer.
"Your breasts are so lovely though," he argued, making a real effort to keep his eyes locked on hers. It was difficult to look away from her chest, but he did it anyway. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face, but failed at it, looking intense and carnal instead. It was her fault though, he reasoned, since she was sitting there half naked.