“Yes, I do paint.” The corner of her lips quirks upwards as she steps forward to close the space between her and the other. “Are you about to ask me to paint you like one of my french girls? Because, I wouldn’t object.” Hand goes to delicately rest on their arm as she throws a flirty glance. “I would love to have a live model.” Opportunities to paint were scarce these days and she would love to partake in one of her favorite hobbies. Even if only for a little while. Them being there with her would just be icing on the cake, a way to amuse.