"Well. Tch. You can sign a painting." Paintings were pretty much another universe as far as how much you could get away with, "If the guy who did this--" he pointed to the half sleeve on his right arm, "decided to sign his work, I would have knocked his teeth out." He considered this for a second and then added, "Probably. Who knows." He flipped his hair out of his face again.
J.J. gave her a broad grin. He was starting to like her. "We can use Cat's table. She wont miss it."