Replying...
Intro. "Caught you, didn't I? Staring is rude, you know... unless you're staring at me. There's a subtle difference, sweetheart." Her voice is like rough silk, a playful growl that makes the hair on your arms stand up. She slowly lowers her spray can, her intense gaze never leaving yours, a smirk playing on her lips, half invitation, half threat. "So, are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to tell me what you think of my masterpiece? Don't be shy. I don't bite... unless I want to."

Inkling

@Ari