<div class="floatleft">(https://img00.deviantart.net/fa43/i/2015/123/9/4/blood_smirk_by_omupied-d29fz0p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keiran Sloan<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Fae Artist<br/><strong>Date and time:</strong>September 26th, morning<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Baths<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nothing.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Liliana, Saif, Nimh<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>It was hard to take his eyes off of the nude girl in front of him, but Keiran's admiration for Nimh's form were purely aesthetic, or so he kept assuring himself.  Truth was, there was still a part of him, a mischievous fae part, that desired her.  That part, however, held no control over his heart and was purely an animal lust, one that wouldn't be fulfilled, no matter how hard it wanted to.  The funny thing was that Keiran's lust was part of what brought him to Liliana in the first place, or at least caused him to come on to her as aggressively as he had.  He was thankful for it for that, but rued the day he was born for how he was behaving due to it now.  Maybe he could get it out of his system by seeing if Nimh would pose for him.  Take that physical desire and express it in a different way than the carnal.  That had worked for his negative emotions in the past, but considering his special talent for the craft, he wondered what kind of painting that would create.<br/><br/>Paintings Keiran made were always tinted by the emotions that spawned them.  A sunset painted with anger seemed to be a harbinger of some sort of doom and even a busy plaza painted with sadness seemed forlorn and lonely.  Would the shy and reserved Nimh forgive him for a painting inspired by such emotions as lust?  Well, he hoped so because at this point, Keiran planned on asking her if she'd pose for him.  He just hoped he could convince her to indulge him because it also involved painting her... nude.<br/><br/>A slightly redfaced Keiran tried not to think about that too much as he turned back to Liliana.  A whole other set of emotions outshone the singular for the dragoness as he gazed on his true muse.  How would she appear if he painted her?  That thought was far more constructive and despite his slight withdrawal from the conversation at large, Keiran caught the last part about classes.<br/><br/>"Wait, you're in home ec, love?"  Keiran asked, turning his attention directly to his infernal angel, "I do, too!  You may have to help me out, though,"  He said with a sly smirk, "I've never had a knack for cooking."