“Yeah, I know that,” he assured me. “What kind?”
“I'm not telling you,” I replied. “You'll simply notify whomever writes those small blind pieces or anything and so it won't be a surprise.”
“It's a surprise?”
To more than just you, I thought. “Yeah, it's a surprise,” I assured him. “A lovely surprise for excellent little paparazzi who snap photographs of me nude.”
He flushed crimson at that. “Hey, I never shot photographs of you nude,” he added.
“But you have taken images of me?”
I shook my head. The harm was done. And it didn't really matter anymore anyhow. “Well, hang around. Maybe you'll see what I'm producing.”
“Can I take photographs of it?”
I slowed down. I hadn't thought of it. An concept began to shape in my thoughts.
“Yeah...” I answered after a minute. “You can. You may snap photographs while I'm preparing it, even.”
“Do you sculpt in your underwear?”