He nodded to her, and smiled, then turned to the work as well.
He followed her as she moved and he grinned as she slid the mixture in. He wished for more and yet... ah well.
His grin grew at her smirk, and he gave her a bow with a wink. "With sureness, milady, I await the fulfillment of our experimentation, with each breath and stroke, and touch, to see what will be yielded and what will be controlled, and what, in the end, will be unfolding, like petals before our grace."