He gave a small, startled laugh, for a moment not entirely sure whether Andy was being serious. It was a grand promise to make for someone the man barely knew, for someone wearing a pastel medical bracelet. It seemed so genuine, though. That determination. That drive. He cared-- about the art, at the very least. That was all that mattered to Katurian.

"Well," he said, managing a smile. "I'll have to hold you to that."