"Yeah, really," Roger replied with a grin, turning to glance at her as he pulled back her hand. "It's my painting, after all. So if I say you can touch it, then by all means..." He paused for a moment, and then reached for her hand, his fingers curving gently around her wrist. Holding it lightly, he drew her hand up to let her fingers brush over the canvas as he said softly, "See?"