Most of Roger's attention, at the moment, was on the canvas. He had sketched the outline on the canvas with the help of his sketch, but now he was beginning the process of filling everything in with the basic colors. His brush followed the lines of her body, the draping of the fabric, the curve of that one exposed breast. He was focusing on her skin at the moment, blending to get just the right colors and shading.
But after a moment he turned his attention to her face, his gaze moving from the painting, to her, and back, trying to catch that expression he could glimpse there. "You're different today," he murmured after a moment, picking up a tinier brush as he made an adjustment, the corners of her lips in the painting now curving just slightly up. "Restless, even though you're doing a good job of not moving. I can see it in your eyes."