It took him a while to sketch her and the pond to his satisfaction, seeing her in her revere once he was through with his sketch - he planned on using his own paints later, so in order to make sure she was surprised, he jumped up silently and pushed the canvas into the tree where she wouldn't be able to see or reach it.  He slowly - oh, so slowly - came up behind her.  Kneeling besides her, his hand ran down her arm to gently grip her wrist, bringing it up to his lips to kiss her sensitive pulse.  "What thoughts do run through your head, mon ami, to bring such a sweet smile," he asked, his arm gently moving to her shoulder to support her should she have jumped in surprise from his touch.  "If you tell me, I promise I will do my best to make it real," he said softly, his strong french accent drenching his words as he kissed her pulse gently again.