Alistair had taken a seat next to the teacher's desk, a seat which he had not been in since his time at school. Normally when he was once again getting into trouble, however, this time was not the case, if anything he was more important in this room, right. Being the guest being paid to be here, and the artistic ability and knowledge to teach the class better then what the teacher could actually do. Well, that being in the high opinion of himself, not that anyone would be able to persuade him against the opinion. His head looking down onto his phone, the light from the screen beaming onto his face.<br/><br/>Looking over his shoulder as a woman's voice bounced around the art studio, A familiar voice for that. The seeing her. The woman from the bar about a month ago. Was she a student? But that idea had been quashed, Alice. (The teacher) walked back over then introduced the pair. She was the model. His eyes look at her, not wanting his work to be bad. If she as a student who cares he could just tear into her, but the model she could do the same back to him. Giving a little smile in order to do try and show no prior meeting before. Reaching out his hand before bringing it to his lips, lightly touching his lips upon it. "Nice to meet you Stef." His voice hiding the lie almost perfectly.<br/><br/>"I will leave you both to get to know one another... After all, Alistair will be painting you." giving the pair a little nod as she went on her business, leaving the room to gather more materials for the class.<br/><br/>Alistar's smile leaving his lips now that is was just the pair alone. "You... It had to be you." His words cold as his eyes start looking upon her body, getting a refresher of what the woman looks like, as it had been an amount of time since the last meeting. Slowly walking around her, taking in her body seeing the person which will be his muse today. "You know if you still want to make it up to you. Bending over and letting my fuck that perky little ass of yours is always an option." His words not showing any hint of a joke, and why would it. He was not joking after all.<br/><br/>Letting his walk around her end once he gets back in front of her, turning his body back towards her. "Don't worry I won't make you look bad. It won't help me, would it? My art would then be bad and I would lose recognition and then my works price will drop." Finally turning away from her. "Ohh and you know why I will sign it and you can have my work... for free. That never happens." A smug grin on his lips as he looks up at her. before looking down back onto his phone.