Keywon grimaced. "Yes, those... holes basically. I've got to work along side them. I do some community type stuff there... basically," he finished awkwardly.<br/><br/>He certainly did feel loosened up, just being in this environment. The several swigs from his flask earlier were helping too, no doubt. A bad habit, he chided himself guiltily. Remembering to try and hide his breath from this girl. Just like he'd had to from his parents, all those years ago, before he'd taken on the responsibility to always be the mature one, always set a good example for the community.<br/><br/>His eyes lingered on her chest, her skin tone still bringing back more of those memories sneaking into the house of his teenage years, those girlfriends back then. Her hand! In his slightly buzzed mind that translated into an excuse to keep his eyes there, as it rested on her chest.<br/><br/>"About me - yes, um, I have stories... Things I've given up haha, as the years have gone on. Past enjoyments I suppose. Things you have to let go of, as an adult." He looked at her. "You've done this since 18 huh? I've... left behind nearly everything I did at 18. This artwork though - you are a very talented woman."<br/><br/>"Your brother?" He took a professional interest, his family counseling skills waking. "That symbol, the puzzle piece - is that common? I have a young oun in my flock, um community I mean basically, that I deal with, whose mother struggles with him. He is a fascinating young man though. I can see how relating to him would inspire a tattoo."<br/><br/>He decided he liked her smile. She wasn't so frightening after all, this woman. After all, he counseled addicts and juvenile delinquents all day. Her interest in her art, her apparent passion in it, that seemed relatable. He kept such good care of his skin because people told him they could see his passion for nurturing in his skin - that his skin glowed with contentment.<br/><br/>Well: he could see her passion in her skin too.<br/><br/>He paused ran his finger along his chest and up to his shoulder. "There's a sad there, from a surgery long ago. I broke a clavicle, dislocated a shoulder, some more damage. Rugby. You wouldn't think it right? Looking at me? I thought I'd get into college that way once, long ago. A black kid on the rugby team. Coach ran the basketball team too and kept pushing me to join, but I knew that'd get attention."<br/><br/>He turned to see the new entrant, pausing. "No... no maam. You'd best speak with the missus here while I look over some of the art she's laid out here."<br/><br/>And he could try to get out of the way unobtrusively as well, not wanting to be stared at too closely lest anyone start chatter about him being alone with a woman here.