He actually withdrew, not used to actually arousing someone with his 'art.' It was a novel experience, most tended to withdraw in terror and permanently leave when they found out about that part of him. He considered her offer, before cupping her breasts, boldly rolling them in his hands. "Mayhap, but I prefer to work on those that are... less willing to work with me, and can be permanently removed. Hence why I became a warrior, with all the rules it has. It kept me sane, and from becoming a threat. An artist with control continues to work, one without it gets... removed. And I dislike the use of knives, too personal, too... intimate. Ranged weapons were my media, the battlefield my studio, and the enemy my canvas. It was... sickening, in its own way, even as it was relaxing."