He watches the movement of the gloves. Very strange that. Perhaps it was an effect of the painting. Disquieting. He wondered what exactly he meant by that. He was sure that the other man didn't suspect he was the painter. Too young.
He took a seat on the bench next to the other man and looked the painting over for a long moment. "It's one of the artist's early works. Not my favourite of his I admit." Still, it was one of the pieces that put him on the map.