[He rolls his eyes and looks back at the painting, trying to pretend he wasn't caught staring. And not just staring at anyone, not, but staring at this man. Ugh. What's wrong with him today? Bad Jack.

That last part though. Jack frowns at the paintings in front of him, lost in thought, coffee forgotten for now.]

Shouldn't it be the other way around? Doing what you love and just happening to get money from it? [He brings this up for a reason, personal reasons, and he knows it could take a dangerous path. But he can't help it. It's not like he has many people to talk to.] Or you don't think you can't make a living from it with relaxation?