"Excellent!" Steve said, pushing off the shelving unit and nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. His enthusiasm was pouring off him in waves. Colors and space themed? It was like Christmas had come for the artist in him. He remembered always having to tone his art down for the editors back in the day. He really should have become a comic book artist, or something. Perhaps he would have, if life had taken a different turn. Or if he'd been a considerable percentage less of a patriot. Oh, well. He was here now. That's all that mattered.
"Colors I can do. And space! I used to be a huge sci-fi fan as a kid. I had no idea then that fiction paled before the reality of the universe. Yeah, that sounds very cool," he went on, trying the word on for size. Steve didn't really say cool all that much, but he knew what it meant, and he felt it was appropriate for this.
"This is great," Steve said, nodding and committing to memory every record he was shown. He took pictures of a few of them on his phone for reference as he followed Peter around. His love of music and the period's art was obvious, and he clearly knew what he wanted. That was all for the good. Nothing worse than an indecisive client.