Luc was quiet as he looked over his commissioned works, lips pursed ever-so-slightly in contemplation. His hand came up to rub his knuckles against the smooth line of his jaw, pausing for a few extra moments to take some steps closer for better inspection of the brush strokes and details.
Truthfully, he loved them. They were pretty much exactly what they'd discussed as far as the “Sunrise in Vegas” theme Luc came up with – and, as he looked more closely at the palette, a lot of the choices he'd given himself in coloring for his room were pretty spot-on. A few slight changes here and there, and he'd finally be done with that project. Thank God, because his to-do list needed to be uncluttered some. Desperately.
He brought his fingers from his face to the canvas, glancing feather-light there before turning back to Joaquin, returning his hand to its respective pocket.
“If I'd said that I wanted to go a complete different direction with these, how pissed off would you be?” he asked, one eyebrow arching as a sly little smirk played across his lips. He had to bite back at it to keep it from turning into a full-fledged Cheshire grin, but he managed.
Of course he was kidding - Luc wasn't an asshole in the sense of actually asking Joaquin to start completely over. He was just an asshole for joking about doing it, which wasn't nearly as bad. Although, considering it was his $5K, Luc figured he could pretty much ask Joaquin to do whatever he wanted and he'd probably get it.. which only made him think of things he'd paid (significantly less) for in Vegas.. which kind of made that train of thought go to other things that happened in Vegas..
Oh, right. They weren't in Vegas anymore. And, you know what they say about what happened in Vegas.