His Millicent was not generally soft. She was not generally tender. His grandmother described her as 'tough as old nails', but he didn't care. She could put up her walls and cover her heart with granite as much as she liked.
As long as here, on his sketchpad and in their bed, she let him see every part of her.
This is so much the way I imagine Millie, and Dean's response to her was fabulous for your story.
The idea of Harry done up like a statue was a wonderful touch as well.