Clay admires Rene's handiwork in the mirror astounded
"This is..." Clay pauses searching for the right word "... masterful!"
Rene's expression darkens "Masterful, yes" he says defeated "probably the best work I've done, but not Grand Masterful!
"A Grand Master should be able to look at his subject and produce something unique, special, not merely to remove imperfections"
"Maybe that is the problem." Clay replies "You need to look beyond the original form. I am still Clay Ackerman, a much improved Clay Ackerman, but Clay Ackerman nonetheless."
Rene stops in mid step and looks at Clay in amazement "Mon Dieu" he exclaims "you are right"
Rene moves forward and clasps Clay by the forearms "Will you do this for me" he requests looking at Clay's eyes "will you let me find the true forms inside of you."
Gazing back into Rene's eyes Clay discovers that yes he would let Rene do anything. Clay cannot believe in such a short time span he could become so in love with the art, the ideal... the person.
"I do." he says simply.
Rene's face lights up, he runs drawing back the curtains letting the sunshine flood the studio and turns to look at Clay in the new light. The world is suddenly filled with possibilities.