"Artistically, not feeling my fingers is not helpful but usually a good sign." Saying that, he smiles slightly and flexes his hand again before beginning to wash the paint from a mass of used brushes. The water sputters for a moment, he thumps the pipes with a heel, the water flows brown and then goes right again, all of which can probably be hear through the phone. He idly considers that it's probably a good thing he only has to use the water here for cleaning and not consumption.
"I think I can handle that." We skip, hop and jump to the next topic she mentioned, that is the calls. "If I don't answer, though, you can always leave terrible messages. I doubt whatever you'd leave could really compete with what I get from Jacob in my voicemail, anyway. So what have you been up to?" Transitions are for the weak. Or, you know, people who are not socially awkward Malkavians.