Not at all, I suggested it. Ferran shook his head, then smiled. His eyes dropped briefly to take in Nikolai's relaxed posture. Covered in paint and that smile, it made Ferran want to press him against the wall and kiss him breathless. He needed to get out of there before he acted on those thoughts. Yet, he kept standing there. Sometimes he wondered what part of his brain was still knocked sideways to make him act as ridiculously as he did. He turned, positioning himself so the artwork was displayed properly, then glanced over his shoulder. This good?