There were several things Kieran wanted to say to that — that he sketched Jude all the time, that Jude reflected the light in any room he was in, that Jude had the features of an angel, or a saint, so anyone who saw him would of course want to paint him. Of course. Instead, Kieran reached to straighten the roses around Jude's neck, or perhaps just adjust them, and swallowed before he responded, lest he misspeak. In making the request at all he had of course misspoken.
"What could be better?" Kieran asked.
"What could be better?" Kieran asked.