Roger continued painting for several minutes in silence, his eyes moving from the canvas, to the lines of her body and back again. He had managed to get much of the basic coloring in so far, and he had to admit, he was starting to get just a bit distracted. Perhaps he could use a break of his own, even if she was easily holding the position.
It didn't help that his mind was turning over the idea of her releasing her energy, and perhaps even wondering a bit if she might not need any help. It was when he realized his eyes were eying her with a bit of a different light that he thought perhaps it was time for a break. "There," he remarked, setting down his palette and brush. "Time for a break." He moved over to her, a smile crossing his lips as he offered her his hand and said, "Wouldn't want those beautiful arms of yours getting tired or anything..."