Storm nodded. He could always give some thought to a little color. Just a little. Perhaps a blue, or the tiniest smidge of yellow. Perhaps a violet? The notion dissipated as soon as it started, and with that, there was the notion of wanting to dissipate as well. He did have to move on, after all. If only to soothe some wandering notion of moving, and he certainly didn't want to start looming over his work.
He gave the fabric one last little touch, feeling just how soft it was- and gave a little smile. "You could always wear it." he offered. "If it's something you like, anyway. It might make a nice scarf. Something dynamic."
He pulled his hand away as it started to darken under his touch, leaving stark black lines on a green patch. He stuck the hand in his pocket, as if it had offended someone, and tried not to look too entirely awkward. "I do think you should keep a little of it for yourself, though. It would look nice on you."