Simon couldn't help the burst of surprise he felt at Billy choosing not one, but two of his paintings, and with such certainty. He normally left the selling of his pieces to the few galleries he had worked with, or a vendor at an art fair. The way some people looked at art bothered him, and he didn't need to feel their eyes picking at his painting, so to have someone make a decision like that in front of him... well. It was warming.
"Of course, of course," he said, setting the two canvases aside so he wouldn't mistakenly take them back to his own place. "Just let me know when it'd be a good time. I'll leave them here with you and..." Simon trailed off, raking a hand back through his hair, blinking when he was offered a drink. "And sure. Anything's good. And it's Simon. I don't think I caught yours, either." He trailed after him, shoving his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched up towards his ears. In a way, he wondered if he ought to be rushing forward to try and help him when he was clearly dealing with some discomfort, but he also didn't want to step on the man's pride. Simon wasn't sure how he'd take a near-stranger doing that, so he kept to himself, keeping a small distance away.