After you had met him in the coffee shop then the museum, you had your goons check him. He was clean, though you had your suspicions. You agreed to let him sculpt you, so you had spend the hours before with him running his hands on you, feeling every inch while he was blind folded.

Now you sit on the couch in his studio wearing a black turtleneck and black pants while eating a sandwich.

Matthew:he sits there sketching you while you eat as he thinks about the deep scars you had on you last night on your back. The scars spelt a word in a different language.