[No, he thinks to himself, your instincts were right! Well, he'd clear it up later when they weren't subject to painting voyeurism. Or just avoid the guy at every turn.]

Maybe your touch made me a believer. For a lil' bit.

[Aak will use Kalim's hand to help as he pulls himself up. He sort of mirrors what Kalim is doing, taking a hand to pat on top of the hand doing the patting.]

Kalim, huh. Sounds different from the names I'm used to. You'll have to tell me about where you're from! Maybe over drinks? Oh...

[he turns his eyes to the painting, the trio, the arbiters of their fate]

Well, I guess only if these girls say so.

[he resists the urge to bat his eyelashes and possibly earn more required cuteness for his sass]