[Belloq at first thinks that it's one of his diggers when he hears someone settle down next to him, so he doesn't look up from his work. But then the brushing is more vigorous than one of his diggers would do.
He looks up with alarm and reaches out to stop Wander before he accidentally scrapes off the top layer of a painted urn.]
Non non non not like that. Gently, patiently, like you're caressing a...["lover" he meant to say, but he looks at Wander and rethinks the simile.]...a beloved old pet. Each brush smooth and light.
Ruins
He looks up with alarm and reaches out to stop Wander before he accidentally scrapes off the top layer of a painted urn.]
Non non non not like that. Gently, patiently, like you're caressing a...["lover" he meant to say, but he looks at Wander and rethinks the simile.]...a beloved old pet. Each brush smooth and light.