"I can't help it. My excitement gets the better of me." He had a grin so wide she could see every pearly white tooth in his mouth. He continued to bounce until she scolded him. "Are you not proud of me, mother?" He felt like he had already burst that bubble. She was the sole person he didn't like disappointing. The only time he defied her was when he fell in love with Psyche. Then he had another woman in his life to defend, and he moved hell and earth to do it.
"Immediately! Any ideas to how you want it to look? Colors, images?" He could even take his own, or get someone else to do it for him. Maybe even hypnotize that bastard Narcissus into taking pictures for him (he was rather good at it), and then make him fall in love with a bench for a few days.