Standing in the study some hours later, Chris shook his head. Possibly the portrait was outliving a curse, and slowly recovering. But that was impossible, surely? There had to be a logical explanation for this - paintings don’t change all by themselves. In a few weeks' time there’ll be a handsome old man in that frame, Chris thought.
“I’ll have to change your name from Satan if that happens,” he said to the portrait, smiling. “Henceforth,” he decreed “I shall call you... Stan!”
And he was almost certain that a hint of a smile flickered briefly about the portrait’s disfigured mouth.