The weird thing was, he could kind of understand what she meant. Not in the same way, of course, but he himself often got that itch under his skin. Usually it meant he needed to paint, needed to let his artistic side free. But there were other things his body got an itch for, of course, though he suspected none of them were as urgent, perhaps, as hers was.
"Maybe you should find some other way to get that itch out, when it comes." He paused to brush a few more strokes over the canvas. "Some other way to get that energy out, so it doesn't bother you as much."