"Curiosity is perfectly understandable and indeed welcomed, artists like to make people interested as a whole from what I've observed of my peers and myself." Nicholas noticed the grin on the other man's lips and wondered if it too was part of the act. For Atticus was acting at least a little, he knew that and he was trying not to let it get under his skin too badly. It reminded him far too much of his first mistake with brothels and their employees.<br/><br/>Thinking of all those years ago he half wanted to scoff at himself, trying to save a woman who didn't want to be saved, who was only using him to get money, not freedom. But then what category was this man of? Self serving, manipulative whores like Veronica or perhaps more like...no he couldn't think of<em>her</em>, not here. Not now. Instead he focused on the room, walking into it after Atticus had opened the door and taking in the very feminine decor. It must be the room of that redhead Atticus had spoken to, a pretty enough young woman who had seemed to sooth ruffled feathers rather well.<br/><br/>Still for all the female touches in the room the windows were large, taking up the whole southern wall and letting light flood into the cream and gold and violet room. It was beautiful; it made him curious as to what sort of woman could make so high a salary to afford all the little opulences that filled the room. But Atticus was the focus of the moment and he had only an hour with him. "This works." Nic said simply, moving toward one of the chairs, considering even as he shrugged off his satchel and withdrew his sketch book and pencils.<br/><br/>"For the start simply pick a place you feel the most comfortable and assume a natural position, neutral as you like."