"Can I...?" Charles asked taking another step closer. "Sure go ahead, the stair is on the wall over there." I answered knowing what he meant. Helped by Emma and me, he took down the three pictures and we placed them on top of the carpet careful to not damage them. There was thin plastic coating on top of the paitnings, almost invisible, but sturdy enough to protect them.<br/><br/>Charles ran his fingers over the paintings, feeling the texture of the paint and the different widths of the layers. "These are master works...It is a pity you aren't selling them..." He said looking at me somewhat hopeful. "No Charles, I'm afraid those three will remain here...But I can arrange a reproduction being delivered to you."<br/><br/>I turn to look and you and motion at the pictures. "What do you think?"