<strong>Hector Cobblepot with Valerie, trying to decide what on earth to do with her…</strong><br/><br/>Hector jumped slightly at the voice, having fallen into the discussion in his head between himself, Demetri and Blake. Blinking several times, it took him a moment to figure out where the hell he was and who was talking to him. Reaching up, he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, the damn things always seemed to be sliding down, and examined Valerie as if he only just noticed that she was there. When her words managed to get past the other voices in his head, he felt like a brick hit him in the ear and he absently rubbed it while looking at her. “Ummm… yesss. Oh that would work quite nicely if I might say so. I happen to have just the lounger around here somewhere, probably under a painting or a cloth; tend to get a little carried away when I paint. Yes we can certainly do that for you.”<br/><br/>“Hot damn, it’s about time crackpot. Just think how amazing that innocent flesh…” Hector smacked himself on the side of the head, shutting Demetri up. He was considering Blake’s suggestion quite a bit and felt that it would be the best option. Not to mention he had clearly heard her command that he behave himself even thought from the blush of her cheek he wondered what carnal thing she might be thinking of.<br/><br/>Hector looked at the money now resting in his hand, considering it as if it was something foreign to him. Nodding slowly, he set it on the rough counter and regarded it once more, his posture tensed as if he expected it to just vanish like his money always seemed to do. “Yes, that should do. Please take the piece and if you desire, return in the outfit you described and we can get to painting, unless of course you have prior engagements. And I assure you, I will be the absolutely gentleman.”<br/><br/>“Quit lying to yourself crackpot, you know you want through her on her hands and knees and stick that paint…” Hector nearly punched himself in the side of the head, his eyes bouncing around for a moment and head rattling about on his neck as if he had knocked a bolt loose. Finally correcting himself, he looked at Valerie and smiled.<br/><br/>“Please do return if you can. I shall get everything set up and even provide something to drink to help with the nerves as you have suggested that you have never posed in such a way for a man. You are welcome to pose how ever you want and expose what you will. This can be your piece or we can sell it, whatever you like.” Hector glanced at the money once more, surprised that it was still there and rubbed his hands together out of both nerves and anticipation. “I look forward to the opportunity.”<br/>