He's painting her husband Camille in the living room. His brush strokes are soft, his gaze intense as he looks at her. She takes in everything. The tension is palpable. He tells one of his stories. With a nude model. "I was trying to open her leg a little, change her position. So I stroked the inside of her thigh with my brush, when the skin is soft and creamy." he explains. Camille leans forward with excitement. "And what did she do?" he asks curiously.. "She said brush me again" he whispers