Grey eyes set on Atticus, his sketching paused for the moment. "Perhaps it is both? There are some people, some men and even women who respond to nothing else other then brute force in this world. They see and feel no joy but what they can steal from others. And sadly this city is far too full of people who will sell others to that type, who have no issue with seeing a person's spirit break, their personality falter and their very lives perhaps snuffed out. Regardless....perhaps it is simply that you and Master Valentine make so good a team others pay heed."<br/><br/>The artist shook his head at himself then, dropping his gaze down to the sketches that filled the first page he had turned to now and he looked at them, wondering. Making him have only one eye and an eye patch would make him to notable if Atticus wanted to truly stay unnoticed. Yet he liked the character of it. Flipping to a new page he started to sketch again, eyes moving up and down, though now the full page was given over to a sketch of the lines of the bodyguard's body; that casual pose, his fingers upon his pommel, Nicholas' charcoal worked quickly to get his lines down, to convey the gesture he wanted before the man would shift out of it.<br/><br/>Fiona, so that was her name.<br/><br/>Finished with his next sketch, in which he had actually given Atticus two good eyes he paused again, thoughtful at the comment about translating ones soul into decor. His gaze moved around the room, and while there were personal touches there was also a sense of...staging, there was nothing someone could find offensive here outside of perhaps the femininity of the room, but then if someone engaged the red head that would be what they desired no? "I think your room says just as much about you as hers does about her, this room is...its hers but its also reflective, meant to make anyone feel at ease." He shrugged then, laughing a touch at himself. "At least that's my impression of it and Florence says I either am dead on about something or completely wrong. You know the young lady in question so you would be a better judge of that."<br/><br/>He glanced down at the charcoal drawing when the other man commented about his skill. "It is freeing, and yet...it can be terrifying. You see expression of souls in bedrooms, in the choices that one makes. Every line I make, each color I choose, it says something about me. Yes in the end its others that I draw, paint and put out there for others to see, or at least it is the visual of them, slightly altered to protect my muses; but it is my name, and my heart and soul that is bared. Each painting is a risk to take, I've seen artists destroyed by that, or destroy others because of it....."<br/><br/>"Sorry, probably nothing you wish to hear. You may choose another pose, for now simply adopt anything that feels comfortable with you; I'll give more direct posing requests as time goes on but I like the model to choose the first few."