His laughter was a quiet chuckle before he stopped to explain further.
I was impressed by this. He could have done so without my consent and I would have been none the wiser. I appreciated his integrity. The room where we sat took on a new dimension in that moment too. Had he done the work? It was obviously done by someone of great skill who had passion for the wood. I shifted my drink to my left hand and stood, extending my right to shake the hand of the master craftsman before me.