"Anne," he said her name on a frown. Obviously perturbed by the fact that she would believe him the kind of person to throw this away. He wasn't sure what he planned on doing with it yet, although it was no stretch of the imagination to think that he was vain enough to hang it over his bed or something.
Pulling the wooden frame toward himself, Trenton rested it against the edge of the coffee table. Sliding across the couch, he breached the gap between them in a smooth movement. Taking Anne's hand in an effort for her to believe him.
"I've never seen anything more incredible in my life." Reassuring with the low hush of words, staring at her. Spoken in such a way that it might have been difficult to tell if he meant the portrait, or herself.