[ A mellow sort of grin spread across Merlin's face. He was pretty sure Dean was better than decent. But he didn't persist. All in due time. ] I'll be waiting for that private concert then, [ he said with a hint chuckle. ]

Really, though? Wow... I'm impressed. Finger painting is pretty hard. [ Now he was laughing, it was catching in the tone of his voice. ] Let me see those talented fingers. [ He reached over the table and took Dean's hand in his, pulling it close to his face as if to inspect those pain-ready fingers. But instead there was two thumbs slowly tracing gentle circles on the valleys and hills of Dean's palm and occasionally sliding up along a digit. ]

I'm not an expert but I'd say these are artistic fingers.