It was the sweetest thing she could imagine him doing. A portrait. It was a thought that had never crossed her mind, but now that he mentioned it, Anna was excited about the thought of just that. Turning from her husband, she studied the painting on display. She wasn't well educated in art appreciation or the intricacies thereof, but she knew what she liked. The brush strokes, the colors, and of course the subject matter all told so much about the artist. In her eyes, art was designed to stir some sort of emotion. If an artist could do that, if they could reach the veil of the everyday and touch a person, then they possessed a talent that was to be admired. As her eyes scanned the canvas, taking in the work this artist had put forth it became clear that Leo possessed such talent. She smiled, fully aware of her own expression. "Oh, Xavier it's exquisite. Beautiful. Breathtaking. I agree. If anyone could capture what it's like to be with you, this artist can." She turned to face him, her hand caressing his cheek. "The way you slowly seep in at times, filling my soul, making it impossible for me to breath, to look away from you, to see anything but you, would be something I would love to have immortalized. I would be honored to pose with you." Her attention shifted toward the artist. "And I would also be honored to have this artist paint this, us, " she added quickly. "Please, say you will do the work. Name your price. I'm sure it won't be nearly enough if can capture this man's....this man's....everything..on canvas." She smirked. "There isn't even a word for what I'm hoping you can see within him that I see. I trust you. I put our bodies in your capable hands," she whispered, soft and hushed as she leaned in a bit closer. "Please, say you'll take the job."