"A brute thinks with his petit homme, mon ami.  I only think with my heart," he assured her, though he knew that she probably would take his words like a spilled grain of salt on the table.  "For now, yes.  I have sought out and found what I wished, a woman smiling for me - well, perhaps not for me, but maybe because of something I have done, yes?"  He gave her a charming grin, "I suppose it is getting late in the day, if I wish to show you a master piece, I had best take my sketch to the castle to use my own paints.  I will bring you a canvas to replace the one I have stolen," he said, stealing a kiss off of her temple before he stood, intending to leave after he helped her to stand.