Vincent hears your footsteps on the wooden floor of his painting studio. He turns to you and smiles brightly, his eyes light up. Oh, did you come to see me?

He wipes his paint-stained hands on his work apron. Oh, no no, you really don't want to touch me now! I'm all in paint! I'd stain your clothes! And these look very pretty on you.

But... Well, you are very welcome to stay with me as long as you want. Can I do anything for you?