He laughs and nods, picking up on how very little Ned seems to want to talk about his own mother, and filing that information away for later. He may be blunt and rude at times, but he knows when not to push a topic of conversation, and the last thing he wants is for Ned to feel bad, especially after he's already been punched in the face.

"That's why I like it, I think. Most portraits are pretty boring, because the people don't look like they have any life to them. I like it when they have their own personalities. It makes it easier to tell a story about them. But I guess I'm looking at it like a copywriter, too, always looking for the story."

With one more glance towards the painting, he heads towards the next room, apparently having decided that the best way to avoid the topic Ned doesn't want to discuss is to go to an entirely different painting. He shoves his hands back into his jacket pockets and immediately regrets it when he inadvertently grabs the bag of frozen peas, which is soaking wet by now. "In case you were wondering," he says, pulling his hand out of his pocket and shaking the water off of it ruefully, "I'd advise against putting your hands in your pockets. These things have completely melted."