Allan made the most of the hug. He hadn't had one recently unless you counted Nia and she tended to hug his knee.
"'Course I don't," he said. "It'll do them fine artists and photographers with their nice clean studios good to see how hairy-assed other artistic businesses can get."
Assuming that those young painters wouldn't yet have had the chance to build up the layers of paint he'd seen in old pros' studios.