[ He hears Matt's heartbeat pick up, feels the touch of Matt's fingers along his own, and he thinks he's a little dizzy about it. It takes him a moment to respond and he blushes sheepishly about it.

His own thumb brushes along Matt's as he speaks. ]

This one's always felt a little more disoriented to me. Reds, blues, some purple. It's exquisite, even without having to see it. [ A pause, and he withdraws his hand, though still just as close. ] This has nothing to do with art, Mr. Murdock, but if you're interested, we could get something for dinner?

Off the record, of course.