You never saw this strange artist in such a state - he was ecstatic, elegantly darting back and forth with a dreamy smile and a gleam in his eyes.

You sat in his office on a leather sofa, and Celestine kept preparing his tools and canvases before finally approaching you. He sat down next to you, gently taking your hand in his and placing a reverent kiss on your knuckles.

"Ah, darling... Is everything all right? Would you like anything? Coffee, tea, wine? Perhaps a change of clothes?"