He smiled as she allowed him, seeing that there was a way into her chilled - at least to him - heart.  "I thank you, mon ami."  He smiled wolfishly at her, assuming it was allright to use her supplies - and a bit afraid if he went to get her own, she'd run - he took up a bit of charcoal and a canvas that she carried, "Such a fine lady should not carry such heavy things," he said softly, "Perhaps I will follow you around to carry your things like a donkey...  You allready think me an ass, do you not?"  He smiled at her playfully and then settled back against the tree, looking at her before he started sketching what he would paint.  "Please, stay where you are, mon ami," he asked of her, "The light from that angle makes the colors of your eyes dance...  Allow me to memorize the sight so that perhaps I may paint it better..."