<strong>Hector Cobblepot, at the bar with Valerie</strong><br/><br/>Hector nearly jumped when Valerie did, startled by her sudden reaction to his words. When she spilled her wine, he felt truly bad about not announcing himself to her as he approached but when he stopped to consider her response he figured that it wouldn’t have made any difference. She quickly confirmed it with her statement and Hector could do little more than shrug in response, slipping a little to the side to avoid the spilled wine until it was cleaned up.<br/><br/>The sudden touch of his arm made him focus on Valerie directly once more and he listened closely to her words though he was not sure how to answer them. Certainly he was glad to hear that she was not holding what had happened against him and even seemed eager to be naked before him once more. He would be happy to paint her though he wondered if she would ever truly be able to handle the entire session. She seemed to get worked up quiet easily from the strokes of his brush, not that he was complaining, especially when she had allowed him to probe and tease her delicate ‘rose’ until she had been milked. Her comment about telling others had him blushing and glancing about nervously. Really he didn’t know how he could possibly vouch the subject with anyone else without being smacked for being so forward.<br/><br/>Sipping his drink to loosen his tongue, he coughed and leaned a little closer to Valerie, wanting to speak softly so that he was not overhead. “Truly I would not know how to tell anyone else about that skill Miss Tyree. It seems like being a bit forward if you take my meaning and I don’t exactly have the best record with women. I mean I could understand advertising it but it does seem to have too much of a double meaning to just be taken as a painter wanting to try a new type of canvas. Do you have any suggestions on how to get others to try such things?”<br/>