King looked harder at him when he got closer, his fingers sliding down, carefully drawing a leather glove off - he flexed his hand again, in a way that shouldn't have been threatening, but was. The smallest gesture. He was on his guard. Shi was watching him too closely - he tipped his face away from the other man and back towards the painting for another long moment.
He shouldn't have dismissed his guard, he knew that now. A little sigh - he'd have to see the painting later.