Wisely, Anne didn't fill the silence following with explanations. In her mind, she made a few disclaimers about how it was not meant to be an exact portrait, and she knew it wasn't quite what anyone pictured, but she was very happy with it, not happy with... the image, quite, but the work itself. She was watching him, and though she pulled her hands away when he reached for it, she brought them back quickly to support the frame.
"I know it doesn't match your apartment," she probed, inquisitively.