He uses the softest cloth.
He found a special oil, one that feels just right in his hand. Over time he's learned the perfect amount to use.
The strokes are long and slow. Gentle, yet firm.
He's careful. Controlling. Nothing will go off until he's ready.
The air feels warmer. He finds that one spot that begs for extra attention and rubs harder there.
Deep breaths become shallow but he doesn't realize it. All his concentration is tightly focused. He's only aware of the cloth, the oil, the movement.
With a deep sigh of satisfaction, he finishes. Vera is clean.