Keywon didn't realize Noel'd clocked him as a bible thumper. He thought he was maintaining a sense of discretion here. A polite discretion. He'd started to respect discretion a lot, always trying to do good out there, while also harboring his own addictions and issues.<br/><br/>He was quiet a bit when responding, thoughtful, staring at the catalog. "To be honest I don't know... this is about needing some excitement, a change. I've thrown myself into a lot these past years to be honest. Starting something up from scratch, trying to do good. And it feels like I've lost something along the way. Always having to act a little better than most. To set an example. To *act* worthy of being an example, at any rate."<br/><br/>"What says exciting to you? What sets your blood aboil?"<br/><br/>He paused on one. A bottle of whiskey, a glass turned upside down. A black mark across the image, and a date beneath it. He stared, working out the story behind it. It was labeled "quitting". He scratched the inside of his arm thoughtlessly.<br/><br/>"Cheer up, miss Silver. You're loved by someone out there." He thought of himself as fairly sensitive, knew better than to try and push Jesus onto someone out of context, though he made his own silent prayer.<br/><br/>Which reminded him of his own guilt for the ogling he'd just been engaging in. He coughed.<br/><br/>"Er, don't mind me a bit if you must see to your other clientele. I - clearly have some thinking to do here." He sat quietly just taking in the art, almost caressing each page as he touched each picture, realizing the amount of personal attention that went into each one, too mesmerized just now to share the catalog w any other curious person.