Ferran wondered at Nikolai's statement longer than necessary. He mentally chastised himself for it. There was no way it meant anything more than Nikolai just loved painting. It relaxed him. Nothing to do with Ferran. He sighed deeply, then hoped it didn't mess Nikolai up.
He settled into the floor, trying to relax. Nikolai's current position wasn't helping Ferran's physical situation much at all. It caused his face to tinge lightly at the images bombarding his mind. He closed his eyes and focused on the brush instead of the man holding it. A single brush dancing around his skin on a black backdrop much like something from Fantasia. Suddenly, he was thinking of the Sarabande part of Bach's Cello Suite No.1 in G and shared the image of the paint brush and the song with Nikolai.