"You would be right about that." Firmly...but gently. Lovingly.

Drawing himself up, he places a little kiss on Georg's forehead as he stands, repositioning himself and taking up the brush with a graceful motion. No hesitation.

He has made up his mind.

"Well, it's a good thing that I'm a patient man, then. And I've already proven that I'm willing to run into the dark to chase after someone."

There's a smile in his own voice at that - and he sets to brushing, following each stroke with a pet from his off-hand.