"Perhaps you should be speaking to the artist himself, then?" he knew he was being weak and cowardly, but this woman was intimidating and it seem to him that she would not him be. 'Callum' was better at handling her sort anyway, he was really beginning to think the man needed a raise. "He is my very close friend, we are like brothers so I am apt to support him in what ever he may choose to do. And surely he can answer your questions better than I ever could."
Poor Antony, always crumbling in the face of displeasure and disapproval.
Oh he remembered Sarah, she had shoved her hand down his trousers before he even got her to his little studio. Only afterwords, when it actually came time to paint her, she finally shared with him the story of her life and what she had done. He wanted to point out to this woman that she might feel differently if she spoke to her, but he was nowhere near brave enough to say that.