<strong>Hector Cobblepot, pleased and confused with this new proposal</strong><br/><br/>Hector was thrilled to say the least that he was going to have someone to paint. It had been quite some time since he had managed to actually get a model to pose for him, especially one so beautiful. When he had first started out in this career he had dreamed that there would be a line around the corner of people wanting to be painted by him and wanting to by his art. True he had made some decent money from time to time when he was able to get a merchant to show interest in his work. But now he had this lovely young thing before him who was expressing all kinds of interest in his work and more than willing to pose for him.<br/><br/>Just as Hector started to contemplate the colors and the methods he would use she caught him off guard. Had she just offered to have him in her private quarters to watch her change into various outfits? His mouth dropped open, words forming at the back of his throat but unable to take form. Normally he talked too much for his own good, especially with Demetri and Blake behind the wheel but suddenly all three of them were completely speechless, lost in the words that were slipping from the elegant tongue of this lovely beauty. Apparently Hector had just hit the jackpot and he didn’t even know it, or maybe he was in his own fantasies and just imagining. “Better check..” He mumbled and promptly smacked himself across the face.<br/><br/>A few blinks later, the marbles settling once more, he gazed at her. “Well if you feel it necessary miss than I would be happy to lend my experienced judgment to your selection. Might I suggest silk, satin or lace, something soft and smooth. Your delicate figure would go nicely with them, much better than leather. I know that it can be fashionable in some situations but to tell you the truth, I have never much enjoyed it on the human form, too constricting.”<br/><br/>“Damn right crackpot, get that little harlot naked..” Hector clamped his mouth shut, praying silently to whatever higher being might exist, that she did not just hear him. Damn he hated with Demetri decided to poke his head into what was going on. Hector had this nasty feeling in his gut that this exciting session was going to be ruined by Demetri before it really got started.<br/><br/>Valerie’s next offer damn near had Hector fainting in disbelief. It even shut up Demetri who was too stunned by the fact that such an innocent looking woman would offer up such a thing to a man she had just met. For a long moment he just stood there, gazing at her as if he was trying to decide if he was indeed dreaming all of this or if she had actually just offered what she had. When at least he tried to speak, his tongue was practically tied and three notes. “Well… ummm… you see… I… well…”<br/><br/>Blake finally came forth, capturing Hector’s befuddled tongue, straightening it and imbuing it with his old charm. “Miss it would be a true delight to do such things. We have never had the pleasure of doing such a thing and I assure you that it would certainly help the painting process as the curves would be placed in memory rather than just visually. In fact, if you so desire, we could cover your lovely form in paint with a wide brush and perhaps even a sponge as you requested, covering as much or as little of you as you desire. And when the paint is placed upon you, we can have your body pressed against a canvas so that you might keep the image and the memory.”<br/><br/>Hector blinked and waggled his tongue, Blake suddenly giving control back. Nodding slightly at the offer, he rubbed his hands together in a nervous fashion. “Yes, yes, we can do that free of charge even. I we can start with that, having the canvas pressed to your form and then after you bath, I will paint the image of you that you have paid for. Does that sound like an agreeable plan of action?”<br/><br/>“And then we can fu..” Hector smacked himself with his right hand and Blake smacked him with the left, knocking his head every which way.<br/><br/>“Excuse me, odd little tick of mine. When you are ready, I shall gather my tools and follow you. As for the offered spirits, tea and sandwiches, it is up to you but I assure you I do not each or drink much. Whatever you need to comfort yourself for this though is fine” His head bobbing with nods, he snapped his fingers and headed off to gather several canvases and stuff a tray with all of his various oil paints and heavy pencils to do his sketching. As a last thought, he grabbed his bottle of brandy from the cupboard, approaching her with his clutter of tools and watching her, waiting for her to lead them to her private quarters to start their work.<br/>